September 10, 2010 at 11:38 pm
Poem, G (All)
Sad | Romance | Love
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The wounds are beginning to heal, inside my poetic body.
My scars are a slowing process, to see the sacrifice I put on the line.
Every single day and night, I give my best friends a tribute.
My tributes come straight from my heart, my sweat and my own blood.
I spend countless years, to quit now to see what holds of my future.
To see the brilliance of thunderstorm, or the king of tributes.
It doesn’t matter who I am, still awesome I am like my 2 idols.
Shagrath the lead singer from dimmu borgir, the undertaker wrestlemania’s phenom and now I am here to see my mission.
To see the legends of great, awesomeness destiny achievement.
I love to see my friends, greatest achievement I want them accomplish their goals.
I wait till I see my own goal, but inside of my palm of my own hand.
I draw a heart in my hand, I got Respect and honesty and Love.
I cried if my heart failed, if I go into a coma I know I am not alone.
To see the spirits of my own friends, they will never loose the king of tributes.
As long I breathe in to see the world, I have a heart a poetry heart.
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