May I love with nothing greater than my heart and my soul
But what more to ask for than the pureness of love like honey
Or the sweet endless psalms that come silently to those that wait
For I bear the library of music untold of by ancients
And the feelings of millions on the eleventh of September
But I roar at the constant ringing of those that mourn
And feel the heart glow of those that care
But each stands a burden itself, and a cherishment overlooked
They sometimes engulf me whole in the night while other times I wish to escape
How these thoughts not my own effect my soul
Throughout my time here without choice I listen to the whispers In the night
1-13-11
5 comments:
A lovely piece of poetry, well written!
Thank you so much (:
To me, your best thus far.
That means alot, i was starting to believe i was acually losing my sence of direction when i write.
Wish i could edit, but everything here has never been altered after its written in less than five minutes, i feel like im repainting over a canvas when i change them, you know?
Great words. Really nice!
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