ok. . i am going to write a poem. . one i wrote a while back and everyone tell me what they think i am saying. My mother got a trip out of this game for some reason. She is a regular Poetry Critic.
Let Me Lay with you
Letting eternity flow through
the holy pages of life
ripped from the book of the dead
let the night forever claim me
let the dirt forever age me
letting eternity flow through
the dreams melting away in my head
let the silence over come us
for never again will this soul
be blessed with temptation
or cursed with breath.
2006-11-11
08:13:22
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