weight of the world, by perf3ct
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I carry the weight of the world,
My shoulder blades split and crack,
I feel like giving up,
But I remember…what is love?
Love is giving more when your heart has had enough,
Holding on when you feel like giving up.
In his eyes, I’m meant to save him,
But I know he’s saving me.
he gives me strength when I am weak,
he lifts me up when I fall down,
he’s more to me than she’ll ever know,
More than I care to tell him.
he’s my world, my everything.
In my mind I scream out I don’t want to hurt you,
I don’t want to lose you,
But I know he’ll never leave,
Not really.
he’ll always be here with me.
The weight on my shoulders,
The one to set me free.
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Posted: 2005-02-18 22:42:20 UTC |
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2005-02-21 23:23:02 | honesty_kills |
this is a really good poem. i like it, its very original and touching. good job. |
2006-10-10 04:20:40 | ~Stay_Beautiful~20104 |
Wow! This is such a very passionate poem! A lot of heart and feeling. |