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Thursday, August 17, 2006

So she said.



I held tight to my faith.
I held back my strength.
I pressed on.


Behind was left the last shower of stars,
In front was the one I see last,
Between was the boulder separating us.
Below, was the pride I've put down.
Above, was God I sound.
Held, was what I found.


When the last star dazzled into the crisp clouds of the night,
a gift was sent from above through a ray of light.
When the numbness surfaced and persists,
a tinged thought of tears from inner me I consist.
When hatred in eyes exchanged boycotting the rest appeared,
a train of wrenches of the heart came in.
When the most impossible possibled,
the most possible impossibled.






Yes I'm smiling,
but I'll still be falling.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[1:13 AM]