Waiting
Waiting for the rain to cometo cleanse my heart and soul,
that i may be reborn
and bloom like a rose,
though i know soon after,
i will wither,
and a part of me will die,
i will wait for each new rain
that i may live another lie.
Waiting
Waiting for the rain to comePoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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Progression of Life | 4 | 09/09/2009 |
Never Forget | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Muse | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Betrayed | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Dad | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
The Day I Lost You | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
Everytime | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
Falling | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
n/a | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Life's Lessons | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
Light | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
My Emo Poem | 0 | 09/10/2009 |
Over It | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Perceptions | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Silence | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Sleep & Wake | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
I Lost You | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Darkness | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
n/a | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Victory | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Breath | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Lost to Yourself | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Anxiety | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Isolation | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Waiting | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
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