Truely BeA Poem by CoalHeart
We share a bond which I'm fond of, In which no other can hold, there is a
strength a feeling which keeps me a hold. The time that has past with the story that molds, where does this come from this thing which grows bold. I feel it's a lost sense a gut feeling and yet i feel tense. Only your fingers play in silence near my hearts last defense.. For this i give everything my words and my life, I know you cant break me for i break myself this night. © 2011 CoalHeart |
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Added on January 7, 2011 Last Updated on January 7, 2011 Author
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