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These Beautiful Mysteries
Contributed by
bruised_hands08
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Tuesday, 30th November 2004 @ 07:53:30 AM in AEST
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The mystery is no longer beautiful.
Our tears washing away these sins.
Everything I kept sacred is lost.
My dreams are now just shards of glass on a bed.
The bed my dreams were broken in.
The bed my heart was stolen in.
I am no longer pure.
I gave my heart to him and he tore it in two pieces.
One for him to keep.
Was he even worthy?
I loved him more than living
And now I am just dying inside.
Please take my hand.
Give me back what I have lost.
And yet I dont regret a single second.
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2004-11-30 07:53:30]
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Re: These Beautiful Mysteries
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by Essentially9 on
Saturday, 4th December 2004 @ 10:39:28 PM AEST
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| powerful write. written and presented well. |
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Re: These Beautiful Mysteries
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by fielding88 on
Friday, 4th February 2005 @ 12:54:31 PM AEST
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| I totally agree with what you're saying. I really felt this poem. You delivered your point very well and I simply related to it so easily. Great write. |
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