Poetry
The Last of Lines
I stand there by the old man that held my hand as I walked down the coast, The old man that never hesitated to put
I stand there by the old man that held my hand as I walked down the coast, The old man that never hesitated to put
If I possessed the largest hands on earth I would cup the sea in each hand and I would take a great gulp. All the
I’ve crossed mountains of lifetimes to find you. I’ve climbed thousand walls Just to be by your side And answer as your lover. Sadly, I’m
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at