Bleeding unsurity from wrists of purity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a song of mines'

Submitted: April 13, 2007

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The stars aren't aswonderful as thier fame lyes/ Just imperfections across a black sky/ A river is just water, rainbows are just color/ The moon is just a rock up really high, the sun is just a source of burning light/ So what one may see is not a romantic, but truth/ A gift to speak off ones' lips, to take a bitter kiss/ Lifeis notpretty, likes alittle shitty/ But a poet one told me that without the dark there'd be no green/ I want to raise my hand and actually have a question of value/ Why did I used to..

Some things are beautiful because their simple, but simple isn't enough for you/ Maybe its ok to embrace the ugly too/

In class I waste my time on expected, ask what they can answer,ask what they want to hear/ As if blood could leave a stain on clean hands/ But I can't find any soap so stain away, draining this day through my fingers/ Which trace these stories, dancing memories spin your skull/ But its more than I can hold/ Tears are just water, bloods a thinker but who said this was survival of the strongest/ lets all shoot them down/ the question lies, who will last longer/


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