Reaching out by reaching in, by lost the lonely dead
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Ryhmes and reasons confuse us all
I wish i could open all the doors for you
What was it like before the fall?
Wish i could show you you arent alone at all
Broken bleeding hands stretch out to brush your tears away
My trembling hands fumble to give you a gift i cant
An imperfect heart i give to you knowing i'll fall apart
Hoping you can find the way to befriend a wretch like me
Its ok the pain you feel is real and its felt in me
sometimes too
I see the way your eyes move watching waiting
Take my hand and the one most worthy
This is the door walk through it now
Its incomplete but oh well |
Posted: 2006-04-06 16:47:23 UTC |
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2006-04-16 05:46:35 | Loneliness is condescending |
wow i dont care that its incomplete i think this is one of your best even though its so rough i like it that way it makes it "better" |
2006-04-17 00:03:03 | lost the lonely dead |
*grins* thanks....i wrote this some time ago and then i realized wow its deactive.....thats odd so i posted it again cause i like it....i wrote it after throat of fire, but it has a different meaning then that one and is not connected at all |