Beautiful Nothings.A Poem by Matti asked a few to choose one poem for me to continue on. Though this is not what i expected to get out of that piece i still stand behind it and believe what it preaches. I hope you all liked it.
Becomes our dagger. Something of a bar to reach. Yet every time someone reaches out. This bar is raised. Stabbing Juliet through the heart Silencing our voice of assimilation. Through cryptic messages we send our ourselves... These are just words you'll probably forget tomorrow. But when you wake up remember this... Though there is no rose by your pillow or lover by your side, there is still beauty. Beauty in the world and a hope that will not kill. You can not give up on life... it is impossible. Life is not controlled it does not breathe. But you do. you can only give up on yourself. You are truly beautiful. waiting. Hoping today will not be our last. Trial and error seems to be our guide. Living and through regret, breathing pain and damned regret till the day we die. Sometimes its not enough is it. We are the beautiful nothings. peace..s © 2010 MattAuthor's Note
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