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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Posted

I feel a warmth from inside,

Yet I find myself shivering;

To think that my hands

Are sticky with blood,

But when I look again they are not

They are not even cut.

I go to see those in my life,

But they are blurry,

Not there;

There is no one.

 

 

 

 

 

Who are you?

Who am I?

I don't know,

I don't know.

Then why do I wonder?

It is not to be known.

Then why do I wonder...

Why do I wonder...

Why?

 

 

 

 

 

A thought occurs to me

That I should not seal,

It is to be unwrapped

For the whole world.

 

 

 

 

 

Why do I feel so obscene,

What does it mean?

I can't begin to explain,

I can only hope to change.

 

 

 

 

 

I apologize

For words I've never said,

Even though my heart has felt them,

And I can not recover

From their blows.

Posted (edited)

i agree w/arwen... last stanza is profound...

 

revery

the dreamlost

"...nothing fuels a good flirtation, like need and anger and desperation(aimee mann/the moth)"

the dream continues...

Edited by reverie
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