28 June, 2000
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
I have never known where to end and begin an edge
Between the feelings of the heart and its demise
Will the search go on forever,
Will I know what's missing, when its found
Will I ever completely know where my heart gains its strength
Will passion ever again be my friend
What words must be spoken by my heart
For you to see what overwhelms my soul
When you know.... will it really matter
Knowing I willingly martyred my Love in vain
Will this knowledge ease my pain
And from outside in the rain
I see everything that's mattered wash away
And through different existence
I know outside and alone
There was no passion for my heart
There was no passion before you
The wings of my heart never truly beat... till I met you
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Dreamer () -- Thursday, June 15 2000, 03:27 pm|
This is an old poem I came across going through my machine. It's an old poem.. past and dealt with feelings... But thanks for the invite :) and thanks once again for being an inspiration ...see: Archives of the Heart
|Kristen () -- Saturday, July 15 2000, 02:25 pm|
Need to talk?
|samantha (220.127.116.11) -- Wednesday, September 11 2002, 03:56 pm|
i really ike this poem it remindes me of a guy i know and that i like his name is meme and that's why i like this poem so much!
|mental (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, September 15 2002, 01:30 am|
is this the same kristen that commented on my poems from the past that i lost touch to?
|Dreamer (22.214.171.124) -- Sunday, September 15 2002, 05:29 am|
Yes, it is the same Kristen. Just a very old post.
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