The question

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    • quise
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    The question

    my memories of you are insane, the insanity of you burns my brain
     still the love i have for you remains, is it my heart or my mind to blame
    sustained you keep me from living my own life ,your bitterness keeps me from the sweet feeling of a future wife,but who am i to lie ,while i sit here thinking should i call you because i cant hide this feeling i have for you  , is it true ,or is it im just a fool love or lust is the simple question, frighten i sit here asking myself is this just another lesson, your love is like a fight, A tussle, staying in love with you is like a struggle, but shall i return to the rage that you have for me, but after our confusion we end back up taking it easy, first the hurricane then its back to beauty and the beast, my nights with you alone feel like a warm night on a black sand beach,listening to the sound of the world as if its a guitar, or in a park, i have this feeling that we shouldnt be apart,but then again im not that smart, love is a battle one that you think only you can win, but then again. we are a team so should we stay just friends, your true colors show when were alone but when your mad all is bad and it seem like im never glad, i get lost in your eyes trapped in your smile and i have a feeling that together we will rise, but i dont want another surprise, i never thaught i would have to question myself about you, who wouldve ever thaught it would be us i never knew,im to dialing the 6th number in your phone number which is the 2, i know we both need to change but for now what the hell should i do
    -GODS SON

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    jmika24 commented on The question

    01-29-2010

    I dug the whole tone of the piece. I loved the way it was feeled with true emotion

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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    REST IN SLEEP 0
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    glass flowers 1
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    confusion (short) 0
    take it slow (short) 0
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    i will 0
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