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Krystina
Contributed by
Doriens_Picture
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Friday, 13th August 2004 @ 07:03:41 PM in AEST
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I know how you feel
When you are haunted
By the things of the past
That memory can’t leave behind
Look at my wrist and see no scars
They went away when I met you
You take your self for granted
And feel like nothing sometimes
You say I am odd because of
How I act and treat you
Everything I say and do
Is always from the heart
And more when it’s to you
Why you hate the concepts of beauty
What that word brings to mind
I will never know and I might not understand
But I will always try and see out your eyes
I don’t care how others have shown you
What they thought was love
If the rest of the world were like me
And saw you for what you really are
If they saw your wings as I do
Would there be a place for me?
Would we have ever met?
I am grateful for you always
I care about you truthfully
I worry about you too
I say forget the world
You mean far more to me than that
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Re: Krystina
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by LOWMAN613 on
Friday, 13th August 2004 @ 11:33:12 PM AEST
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| I just had to read this since I have the same name spelled diff. This was so sad but so loving! Christina |
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Re: Krystina
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by sheri on
Saturday, 2nd October 2004 @ 10:37:54 PM AEST
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| I like this poem it's very sweet and sad. Just like love can be. |
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Re: Krystina
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by buchi on
Monday, 18th October 2004 @ 04:07:46 PM AEST
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There is an occasional quaint grace of expression, as in "You take your self for granted
And feel like nothing sometimes
You say I am odd because of
How I act and treat you "...keep writing...
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