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With Dried Tears by ~inbarrose:iconinbarrose:

Categories Literature > Poetry > Romantic > Other Romance > Fixed


With dried tears
I wipe away my fears
Must I now forevermore
Be afraid
Not knowing what for

Drops of pain on my cheek
From whence do they leak
Must I now forevermore
Turn away
From the face of war

This anguish I feel
I know that it’s real
Must I now forevermore
Hold them back
Before they begin to pour

And for some reason
I don’t know why
Life is simple
When I cry

I cry for you
And nothing more
I will love you
Forevermore
©2007-2008 ~inbarrose
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Submitted: May 21, 2007
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i wrote this in an emotional state.
its semi-emo. which is scary... since im not emo at all.

but i really like it.

basically, its those times, after a good movie, or play that makes you think, and everything is sort of wierd for a while, maybe you cry a bit, a few tears.

this happened to me, and as i wrote, i realized the reason i was crying.....

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~Shinedown750:iconShinedown750: May 21, 2007, 1:17:17 PM Mood: Wow!
Really good poem man.
~inbarrose:iconinbarrose: May 21, 2007, 1:19:55 PM
thank you, i apreciate your comment.

--
All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
~Bill Hicks
*Introcrat:iconIntrocrat: May 21, 2007, 3:43:34 PM
Subtly haunting... A well-thought emotional piece.

--
Be who you are, and speak your mind, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
~inbarrose:iconinbarrose: May 22, 2007, 1:52:34 AM
i apreciate that, its hard to write pieces that are so close to yourself...

--
All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
~Bill Hicks
*Introcrat:iconIntrocrat: May 22, 2007, 11:36:15 AM
But when you craft them so well, those are the poems that really mean something, the ones that last.

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Be who you are, and speak your mind, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
~inbarrose:iconinbarrose: May 22, 2007, 1:38:41 PM
you are right. the problem is that every line seems out of place on paper, since its origin is in the heart.

also, its strange to see it written, almost belittles the whole notion.

but thanks for the thoughts on the topic. also your continuing support of my work :D

--
All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
~Bill Hicks
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