How It Is

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  • Loss
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  • Sadness
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  • Lost Love
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  • Emotional

    How It Is

    Eyes laydened heavy with sorrow
    spill forth thier crystal liquid
    as an embrace is never met
    a smile never returned
    and a warm touch is not
    but a dream...
    a dream
    of what could have been
    of what should have been
    and of the nightmare it has become

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    Ecdysis commented on How It Is

    03-04-2010

    This is a beautiful peom, nothing short of genius in my opinion, i believe i will save this as a favorite... Good job...
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    sovinto

    03/05/2010

    thank you, very much.... it means alot to me. it had mostly to do with a guy who couldnt have been any closer to me if we had the same blood... he was like my brother and better. things went down and i havent seen or heard from him in yrs, but again, thank you...

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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