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Staring at me with passionless eyes.
No more betrayal to endlessly grow.
On hall-stand I hung my disguise.
To become a silhouette in the shadow.
A smiling face hides a stale heart.
Nobody wants to see these fatal tears.
If I was given a chance to restart.
I would quickly throw away my despairs.


Trauma seems to follow all my memories.
Normal is impossible, a far chance.
My heart now screams at the sceneries.
And to me, they throw their final glance.
I gave up everything I had today.
I surrendered my soul, I drifted away.

2007-11-18 13:26:19 · 11 answers · asked by Alexandra S 1 in Entertainment & Music Jokes & Riddles

11 answers

Yes. Wow. Very good! :D That got you an invite to my KILLER birthday party ... ! (YAY YOU!)

2007-11-18 14:05:34 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow writes very lyrical and fantasy sort poems. right it extremely is an occasion: The Day is complete THE day is complete, and the darkness Falls from the wings of evening, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lighting fixtures of the village Gleam contained in the direction of the rain and the mist, And a feeling of unhappiness comes o'er me That my soul won't be able to stand up to: a feeling of unhappiness and longing, that isn't akin to soreness, And resembles sorrow in basic terms because of the fact the mist resembles the rain. Come, study to me some poem, some undemanding and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this under pressure feeling, And banish the strategies of day. no longer from the grand previous masters, no longer from the bards elegant, Whose distant footsteps echo contained in the direction of the corridors of Time, For, like lines of martial track, Their amazing strategies advise existence's limitless toil and undertaking; And this evening I long for relax. study from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his coronary heart, As showers from the clouds of summer season, Or tears from the eyelids initiate; Who, via long days of hard artwork, And nights with out ease, nevertheless heard in his soul the track of wonderful melodies. Such songs have a capability to quiet The under pressure pulse of care, and is derived like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then study from the powerful quantity The poem of thy decision, And lend to the rhyme of the poet the wonderful thing approximately thy voice. And the evening would be crammed with track, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently scouse borrow away. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

2016-10-17 05:32:08 · answer #2 · answered by trapani 4 · 0 0

Very impressive. Wow. I've been writing for a while and this is really good.

2007-11-18 13:36:59 · answer #3 · answered by mr misery 1 · 0 0

It is pretty good. 8/10!

2007-11-18 13:30:21 · answer #4 · answered by cats 7 · 0 0

yeah

2007-11-18 13:49:55 · answer #5 · answered by myself 2 · 0 0

wonderful

2007-11-18 13:58:24 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

its so beautiul its touching were do you get such inspiration?

2007-11-18 14:07:49 · answer #7 · answered by librian sexxy 3 · 0 0

yeah!! nice ending, also

2007-11-18 13:46:36 · answer #8 · answered by LemonLimeGirl 2 · 0 0

that is good

2007-11-18 13:40:28 · answer #9 · answered by ~Morgan~ 3 · 0 0

it's pretty good!!

2007-11-18 14:47:03 · answer #10 · answered by ♥caligirl99♥ 3 · 0 0

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