the press
By whisperer
blinded....definitive proof of ego satisfied
or under design
entrenched by loving sentiment i use my soul to cover my eyes
but am i alive
i belong here right beside the undertow
walking in circles silver cherubs dance around the pagans fire but theyre
dying in the winter of my eyes
and im not satisfied
the freak estimated weak, told he has a problem and backed away from the
peak
aye
i dont wonder where the heart has gone
because its still singing my song
can you hear it
you feel it
but this is just another day
would you hold it
or fold it
lets just watch it fall away
because its right here near you
and i can hear you wondering what to do with it
hold it
it still fits
i will still be here for one day or more years
waiting aint a crime
when all it takes is time
Comments on "the press"
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A former member wrote:
The emotion is clear and is portrayed in a very beautiful way
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On Sunday, June 28, 2009, tinkdarkchyld
(25) wrote:
the ache pulsates thru the words, you weaver of emotions. it burns like fire but soothes at the same time. some who havent felt it wont see it for what it is.
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A former member wrote:
Pretty cool write. -END