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Identity

How much dust remains uncovered

In out tiny little minds, how much is there left to discover

There is nothing left of me

Everything has been used, nothing left to see

People come and people go

But they don't really fit into the picture anymore

We all put on a mask

The question is how long does the disguise last?

My mask is made of pain and sorrow

This mask, a symbol of a dying tomorrow

Hope gets cut into tiny shreds

Peace end up somewhere dead

And then everything sinks back into my head

One thing remains true

I'm glad the rain forgot to fall

The day I met you

But that was long ago and today the rain feels very real

I'll never forget how you tried to teach me how to feel

I'll never forget your courageous attempts

But now you see

You can't get anywhere with me

I'm some kind of distortion in the flow of human life

I'm not meant to turn out right

My visions are all tainted and full of disease

I can't be accepted into a paradise made of peace

One thing always remains true

I'm glad this imperfection never showed itself to you

It kept you hidden from my world, that's warped and confused

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Posted by Sad Sara 2008-03-10 04:21:54 No... What's warped and confused is when people seem to not have any imperfections. Now there's something wrong with that fer sure. But nothin' wrong about yer verse here. Very cool, yer went deep, and yer wording was complex, but never falter from Poetic grace. Nice un Sorrowful One 'Anna + Report this comment
Posted by thirteen 2008-03-11 14:43:16 .... Really liked this, actually reminded me of someone close to me. + Report this comment

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