Pale stars

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  • Loss
    • Infect
    • Finding my wings. Be they of feather or leather, I shall wear them with pride, for they are my own..

    Pale stars

    I see stars, hanging in a pale blue sky,
    sunshine, beating it's way, beyond my eye.
    Had my heart ripped out, when silence spoke,
    it was stomped, twisted, and yet it never broke.

    Sure my spirit did, snapped right in two,
    now I watch the stars, in a sky of faint blue.
    Dangerous are the thoughts, as they speed in my mind,
    even more so, when the reason, they find.

    We made excuses, and tired reasons,
    now we're left, alone in our seasons.
    I gave so much, just to watch it fail,
    then to see her, get up and turn tail.

    I tried, but maybe it wasn't enough,
    for when I gave my heart, it was crushed.
    Now I see darkness where my soul did lie,
    watching the stars, dance in the pale blue sky.

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    Musicmynded1 commented on Pale stars

    03-09-2010

    Reads like these will keep me comin' back for more ... good job my friend.

    earthly commented on Pale stars

    02-21-2010

    Remember the butterfly-when set free, if it returns it was meant to be-you DO have a soul-it speaks through your words:)...Earthly

    mustascheman commented on Pale stars

    02-01-2010

    Heart break can be a difficult emotion to express through words. You did a nice job of it here though. If I may, be careful of using comma's, too many of them can take away from the feeling you are trying to express.

    Infect

    02/01/2010

    indeed you may. after re-readin I have found my weariness got the better of me -smirks- . Your comment and critic is much appreciated.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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