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I've been across the nation
I've been across the seas Been in love, but never patient Been divorced, but ever so please I was hurt by ex lovers Seen things I should have not discoverd Then power of love bought me my brother When push comes to shove, he saved me from all others He was there to pull me safe When I needed him most, he saved me from myself He was there when I had lost my faith He brought me back to face the real meaning of wealth But faith in my life, my being, my beliefs He, my brother, showed me my way Been through enough in my life no more time for grief If not for him I'd probably be in my own grave I was raised in a positive light Just forgot for a little while My brother loves me so much, to stand by me so tightly He brought my soul to me on a silver platter, I'll never forget his huge smile My Brother saved my life |
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Submitted about 8 hours ago
Tempting here and teeming there
With curiosity That burst with joy of soul and smile ... continued |
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Submitted about 8 hours ago
鍛冶屋で働く Kajiya de hataraku ... continued |
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Submitted about 8 hours ago
Hatred shall empty
every ounce of energy lightning will strike red |
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Submitted about 8 hours ago
life is just what you treat it,
it will be as what you feel it. happiness and sadness are like two sides of same coin, ... continued |
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Submitted about 7 hours ago
I will long hold dear the memory,
after dinner cooked together, your hands soap mitted and you, ... continued |
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Submitted about 7 hours ago
I lay in silence, the world was- Where?
My mind was motionless, my spirit a stone: Hard, unmoving, cold. ... continued |
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Submitted about 6 hours ago
A man like a soured glass of pinot noir
Sits on that mold ridden couch Waiting for something, maybe for me To sit myself down next to him But I won’t, I’m a little sick of him. He is as innocent as a bathtub full of bullet holes And just as likely to leak Squalid lies and words to any Dumb sod willing to listen. Truth be told though, he is very good at his craft With an vernacular to die for He spins his lies like a spider, Or maybe a man tripped out on acid, I never could decide which one Telling his tales to anyone who will listen, And they get sucked in, and when the story is through They will be hanging off his every word, As well as every muscle and chiselled feature. He leaks out more wine than Blood out of those holes He looks stunning, so dark and rich And all that comes out in vinegar and disappointment |
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Submitted about 5 hours ago
The Mariner and His Wife
~ Bertron J. Hamill ... continued |
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Submitted about 5 hours ago
Summer rain fell gently over me
Cool and unexpected You wrapped me ... continued |
