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Constantly
Contributed by
maddman
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Thursday, 1st September 2011 @ 10:57:04 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Constatly I think of you
through all the reds, through all the blues
thruogh different shades, through different hues
Constantly I think of you
from out of darkness,through the light
from all my mornings, through my nights
Constantly I think of you
with all my weakness, with all my might
with all my wrongs, with all my rights
Constantly I think of you
behind my courage are many fears
behind my smiles are many tears
At the end of it all,I stand alone
like a King without a throne
I place my heart, my crown upon this shelf
then I stand here, by myself
Copyright ©
maddman
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2011-09-01 10:57:04]
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Re: Constantly
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by FlintHunter on
Thursday, 1st September 2011 @ 01:14:52 PM AEST
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CONSTANTLY is a brilliant poem. It really took a sad turn at the end -- a sad turn that anyone can feel just by reading your expressive words. I hope things work out...
One good thing: if not for this break-up, you wouldn't have written this poem...
Thanks.
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Re: Constantly
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by emystar on
Thursday, 1st September 2011 @ 07:35:19 PM AEST
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Welcome to YPDC.
Really good writing.
blessings,
emy |
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Re: Constantly
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by deusdeira on
Friday, 2nd September 2011 @ 11:06:09 AM AEST
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first comment made me laugh, but anyways, I know the feeling. It seems as if constantly we give our hearts away and then the person ends up leaving. It is such a waste of our love, and undeserving.
I feel your pain. Hopefully a real person will come along who can appreciate you for who you are. |
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