The sadness and acceptance of what I do not understand
is slowly blackening into anger.
But something in me wards off this evil reaction...
Strength is nessecary. Crucial.
And the strength that has presented itself
from my gut
has proven to be stronger, so far, than the expectations of my head.
The quiet wisdom in the heart of my essence
whispers gently to my tearing capillaries
such words I did not know were within me
such words of stamina
patience
and most importantly
love.

You see the nature of love is unexpected.
There is no formula or calculation
to predict the outcome.
There is no refuge
from the agony of ruin.
There is no lyric, script or song that can be used to describe
the workings of love.

There is only hope.
There is only time.
There is only truth.
and there is only reality.

WoW your really good, you should be a poet, keep it up and maybe peruse it as a career.
» catatonicloki on 2007-05-07 11:53:53

Emo kid.
» Dilated on 2007-05-08 09:25:50

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