For my friend Ange1a!
There's a thin line on which you live.
The sadness echoes madness
and madness leaves you sad.
Need the sadness as well as love.
Need some protection from the man above.
Not quite sure what's left to live.
It's hard to breathe, hard to forgive.
But in between the lines there's a beauty of truth.
The words that nurish, heal and soothe.
Your words my friend, healing hands.
Take us all to better lands.
Indifferences are not, and this is true!
You make a difference, you!
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-04-24 at 01:19
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Beautiful melancholy of madness!
There's a thin line on which you live.
The sadness echoes madness
and madness leaves you sad.
Need the sadness as well as love.
Need some protection from the man above.
Not quite sure what's left to live.
It's hard to breathe, hard to forgive.
But in between the lines there's a beauty of truth.
The words that nurish, heal and soothe.
Your words my friend, healing hands.
Take us all to better lands.
Indifferences are not, and this is true!
You make a difference, you!
Poetry by Daybreaker
Read 465 times
Written on 2006-04-24 at 01:19
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