Soulessness Of Me
8 July, 2003
Author: Simik
A perfect time is within my mind
Not seeable to a mortal eye, as time begins to bind
My heart begins to pump as if it was a reaction
To those soothing things you say and a coming action
Somebody once said that life is only mortal
but death is for immortal souls
My soul is amongst the many whom will never
see the light of day or the breath of many nights
On this day of cheer my heart begins to race,
Beating ever faster, as if keeping a pace
My last dying wish, an mortal persons plea,
To die within a short time, not eternity
My life is to boring, withering before me
So just leave, for I am not interesting
If your still reading, blame you I can not
An interesting trouble this poetic heart
Do not leave me stained, beaten or bruised
My last undying wish to die along with you
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Eureka (64.12.96.9) -- Friday, August 8 2003, 09:27 am This poem is truly a thing you want to remember you wrote yourself! |
| kassy (12.224.184.35) -- Monday, August 25 2003, 09:42 am awwww thats sooooooooo sweet!!! |
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