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Post by The Sightless Dreamer on Sept 7, 2005 17:45:59 GMT -6
A soul torn from the arms of love, A person far to beautiful to feel the pain The world isnt perfect like he was, The pain caved in and he needed strength
His only comfort was his gun He was out of time and had to run Now his pain is felt by more than one He didnt know he had my love
Now he is gone, he aint commin back Its too late to tell him i love him Its too late to share that pain... Now for him, he is laid to rest, His ashes Blue and white marble is all that he ever was....
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Post by Only Me on Sept 7, 2005 20:56:54 GMT -6
ok... only one thing bugged me "far to beautiful" "Its to late to" "Its to late to"... ok my grandmother was an English professor so a few things stick out to me... and misusing to and too get on my nerves... they're and their does too but thats a whole other issue... so to correct... far too beautiful and it's too late to... it's too late to. but other than that I can really feel the emotion that was put into this piece. Thank you for sharing with us.
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Post by Sharon on Sept 23, 2005 15:42:44 GMT -6
[glow=purple,2,300]yeah... little grammar issues like that can be distracting. thank you for sharing this with us. [/glow]
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Post by Only Me on Oct 2, 2005 0:30:58 GMT -6
I see that you revised... GREAT JOB! I love this poem.... I really like your work about your brother. it is emotional and one of the great things about poetry is that when you are in pain you can write it down and turn it into a master piece!
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