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Pulsating Beats Of A Dead Heart
Contributed by
abnormalpunk
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Sunday, 22nd August 2004 @ 10:05:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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the meaningless silence that runs between our lives at this moment
does not make sense even to the blindest of eyes
but who does this belong to this cloud of the wicked lies
shattering the truth in our souls while forgetting what were made of
who holds us back from our triumphs and victories
it seems that our little escapades have now become pointles stories
paralyzing the words of true love that flow from my lips into your ears
is it coincedence that we met the way that we met that day
helplessley my heart lies within the hands while forgetting away
an unknown passion is running through my blood filled viens at this moment
our moments of contact, verbal or physical, are overwhelming
who is holding us back from what we can become, tell me
swallowing the vomit of the hurtful truths we tend to hear from eachother
i tend to hold the tears in my head as my dreams are released
weve gone from the top of the world to the bottom of the least
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2004-08-22 22:05:45]
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Re: Pulsating Beats Of A Dead Heart
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by Dizza_13 on
Monday, 23rd August 2004 @ 01:34:38 AM AEST
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touching write. Great flow
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Re: Pulsating Beats Of A Dead Heart
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by bobotheclown on
Monday, 23rd August 2004 @ 06:32:56 PM AEST
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wow this was powerful. The title of this poem
really drew me in and I loved the poeticized
sadness that drenched these lines. I loved
the first line in the last stanza... actually I loved
it all.
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