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Jun 22, 2010
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Amity
I want a hand to hold in the dark,
I have only mine; I'm forlorn.
And my disposition is now stark,
I feel as if my persona is deformed.
I want a face to see in my heart,
But there's no one to conjure.
To me they're all mean and tart.
My heart is now so sore.
When I was in the depths of despair,
And that nothing would get better,
My phone rings and I see you there.
You set me free from my fetters.
We seemed to talk forever,
You gave me back my content serenity.
All around me flew the zephyr.
It was just you and me and our amity. :)
I have only mine; I'm forlorn.
And my disposition is now stark,
I feel as if my persona is deformed.
I want a face to see in my heart,
But there's no one to conjure.
To me they're all mean and tart.
My heart is now so sore.
When I was in the depths of despair,
And that nothing would get better,
My phone rings and I see you there.
You set me free from my fetters.
We seemed to talk forever,
You gave me back my content serenity.
All around me flew the zephyr.
It was just you and me and our amity. :)
— WrittenInBlood, Jun 22, 2010
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xena465
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Sarah
WrittenInBlood
15 years 11 months ago
Thanks I wrote it about my
Candlewitch
15 years 11 months ago
Hello
WrittenInBlood
15 years 11 months ago
Ok, how about “And thought
ANC1996
15 years 11 months ago
Hi Sarah(:
WrittenInBlood
15 years 11 months ago
Ha, thanks. I get that a lot
WrittenInBlood
15 years 11 months ago
Thanks :) I love all of the