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Breathe hope into me
Bring me back to life.
Let go, set me free.
Rise above all strife.
Heal broken, pained wings
With a shining light.
Listen as love sings
Burning, burning bright.
Now finally whole
Soaring in blue skies.
I have found my soul
And I have grown wise.
Bring me back to life.
Let go, set me free.
Rise above all strife.
Heal broken, pained wings
With a shining light.
Listen as love sings
Burning, burning bright.
Now finally whole
Soaring in blue skies.
I have found my soul
And I have grown wise.
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My Romantic Song Lyrics
The night as the moon shines down below,
if only you were there
the leaves blow in the air
a heart that loves like so
a pathway be, let it be
a pathway to your soul
And let me sing you a lullaby
sweet my dear in your dreams
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Loving Me
Cold
Alone
Afraid
Uncaring
These things I felt
So many times
Each night when
Nobody was around
The fireplace was alive
Roaring with life
Right before
My empty eyes
Tears,
Running down my face
My fists,
Clenched at my sides
My teeth,
Gnashing together
Creating an
Uncomfortable feeling in my jaw
They left for the night
Leaving me alone with the dog
With my emotions
And my unsteady thoughts
So much was overwhelming
Crashing and crashing
Over and over again
Like waves in a storm
I knew better than
To believe that
What I was thinking
Was an okay thing
Just make this stress
Make this torment
Make it all stop
Just
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Love lost.
Love is livid like a live wire. it archs it stings an it can cut through most things. but once love turns fowl it turns to sickness it invades it corrupts to heart an soul of anything it remains. Love is lost foreevermore deeming an seeming all things are fowled so much more. Anger is hot and vibrante like colded steel it ends life it takes life like a booted heel. Power and Arrogance. Pitty and remorce. Pain and desire. Are all so tired. Wrath is a poision it festers and grows. Decite was never a part of those. Those who ride upon golden steed tend to miss everyone who bleeds. until the wrath an anger begins to boil. then a Deep blade in the
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Ugh, rhyming is hard but I think I pulled of rhyming and meter fairly well in this poem. I feel like I've finally overcome so many negative things in my past and I'm finally free. Enjoy and, as always, comments are
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I love the second stanza!