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There are tiny holes
In the sleeves of all my shirts
And my sweaters
And my dresses
From where I used to proudly pin
My heart for all to see
Until that day it got torn off
Smashed and mangled on the ground
It's doing better now
I keep it tucked safely away
Although I still shiver a bit
Whenever the wind blows
Through those tiny holes
In the sleeves of all my shirts
And my sweaters
And my dresses
From where I used to proudly pin
My heart for all to see
Until that day it got torn off
Smashed and mangled on the ground
It's doing better now
I keep it tucked safely away
Although I still shiver a bit
Whenever the wind blows
Through those tiny holes
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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crying tree
When theirs nothing to eat
I feed you sweets
When you cry if you hold me to your hart
I can feel your pluse.
Wehn your not near
I go to the crying tree
Waiting
Crying
Til your near me again
and the crying tree holds my hand
and helps me stand
the lonelyness.
Literature
struggle we call life
The hands of the clock are crooked,
Time slowly falls away,
A never-ending battle,
We slip from night to day,
A conflict we cant escape,
A struggle each step we take,
Adrift in a sea of chaos,
From this nightmare we cannot wake,
From rage to calm within,
Cycles of rushing and waiting,
A balance none have mastered,
A duel of loving and hating,
Our morality's source unknown,
How do we so freely forgive our sin,
Yet shy away from our virtues,
As we live in a strangers skin,
A contemptible bunch are we,
Performing both good and evil acts,
Wings of each devil and angel,
Protrude and sprout from our backs,
Waging wars for peace,
Claim to accept yet
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P2TM is designed to encourage more people to read and write poetry, including song lyrics, through a weekly feature: one poem or song from outside dA and one from dA itself, with information about the poems and the poets.
Please visit the page and support P2TM by watching or joining the group, suggesting poems and lyrics, ing the news articles, donating points or contest prizes and/or spreading the word.
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