Maiden

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  • Lost Love
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  • Anger
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  • Pain

    Maiden

    An elegant maiden

    A savage man,

    Side by side

    Is where we'd stand.

    The rage took over

    And he grew mad,

    And through his anger

    She grew sad.

    She tucked herself

    Into a shell,

    With very few ever

    Would she tell.

    No matter what move

    The maiden would make,

    He'd scream and he'd yell

    For his ego's sake.

    She made a pack

    to herself alone,

    Never again to be trapped

    But be free to roam.

     

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    freemansvoice commented on Maiden

    10-13-2010

    can't please them all, how easy it is to kill love. some times you follow the same path. Careful where you step on the new journey.
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    Shadowwalker

    11/11/2010

    To kill love is only as easy as one wishes it to be. And would also depend on the one doing the killing rather than the one holding on don't you think.

    BDIsernhagen commented on Maiden

    06-01-2009

    gentlemen may be a threatned species, but we're not extinct... ;) I usually prefer a more complex style, so I originally read over this fast, maybe to fast. however, someting made me go back and read it again, and I may just be back again. And I'm not sure if you meant it, but the shape of the text, remotley resembling a fair maiden's curves, was very intresting. thanks for posting!
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    Shadowwalker

    10/14/2009

    I am glad you enjoyed. You are the first one to pic up on the maidens curves. Great eye. ;)

    GentleT commented on Maiden

    06-01-2009

    Some guys build their ego by hurting and dominating others. Just bullies trying to hide their fear of how inadequate they are.
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    Shadowwalker

    10/14/2009

    That is so very true.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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