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Where are you?
There's nothing left to do.
Trying to find you.
It's starting to come into view,
As I run after you.
And the skies are so blue.
It's bleak beauty breaking though,
Telling me what to say on cue.
But never as beautiful as you.
What I say is so true.
When the morning dew,
Settles on the false rue
I knew,
This was the end of me and you.
Such a sad thing to live up to.
And i never knew,
That it was truly you.
That cause me to write of my blues.
A sadness that grew
Until it dawned on me that you,
Never even really cared......
- by Rayne Engel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/18/2009 |
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- Title: It's You
- Artist: Rayne Engel
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Description:
This is a poem with all endings rhyming with 'you'. I wrote this at one in the morning, so... yeah. I know it's short, but it has a lot of meaning. I added a picture to accompany it, too.
Just for a quicky: [i]false rue[/i]- slender erect perennial of eastern North America having tuberous roots and pink-tinged white flowers - Date: 06/18/2009
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Rayne Engel - 06/21/2009
- Yay! thanks for voting, to both of you. =D
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- King Xigalia - 06/21/2009
- Nice poem, I like the third stanza :3
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- Hot GUNS N ROSES ROCKS - 06/19/2009
- YOUR POEM IS COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL
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