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Confess
Contributed by
the_young_poet
on
Saturday, 27th January 2007 @ 11:04:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
secrets
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Night falls as the sun fades away You disappear into the night, till the next day It seems that youre always holding back things you have to say I just wish youd shine just a little ray Of information for me to make this better
I can see this relationship go downhill As each day passes, it gets damaged and bruised Crying out for a cure It doesnt need a band aid to cover the wound Because only more feelings will be hidden, not revealed and shown Sometimes I feel the urge to pick up that phone Just to hear your voice and tone After Id tell you and youd tell me everything Everything thats needs to be known, that needs to be shown
Theres always just that one question If Ill ever understand what youre feeling And if youll every understand what Im feeling But thatll never be known, if we dont show and tell these hidden emotions
So heres the time Tell me and Ill tell you Confess
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2007-01-27 23:04:01] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Confess
(User Rating: 1 ) by ferasdour on
Saturday, 27th January 2007 @ 11:55:46 PM AEST (User
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if one writes a poem there is nothing more needed to be confessed. besides, confessing is to much work.
i enjoyed this poem. |
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Re: Confess
(User Rating: 1 ) by inlovewithaladd on
Sunday, 28th January 2007 @ 12:56:08 AM AEST (User
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this was enjoyable, though not excellent. i think it's lacking the use of all senses, though that could really be more my taste in poetry than anything else. thank you for writing! |
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