I can't comprehend,
With the heart that you lend,
So I'll use mine for,
A life that's pure,
I don't understand,
Your weak right hand,
So I'll use mine for an hour,
Because mine has some power,
I don't really know,
Why your eyes are on show,
So I'll look through mine,
For the same amount of time.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! รa Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ยกยกยกยก
The fear of losing the one you love To predators of the night To those who care not of boundaries And prey upon unending light.
A myriad of colours make up our life; A composite for every emotion. Sombre shades for darker times; Vivacious tones for love and devotion.
And then the Sun always shines After each and every dark night Lighting the paths and showing the signs "There are options but no wrongs or rights" And then the Sun always smiles Sometimes it's...
A crystal clear droplet of fluid, refreshes soul in the emblazoning heat. Allow it to sooth your scorching wounds, Though being so small, it's no easy feat.
Super glue will do When you want to stick things fast But it's semi permanence And not really made to last How about some Special Brew.
I once held a precious treasure, a fragile beauty in my hands. A prism of reflective pleasure, with gentle radiance it shone. It was formed with compassion, in a furnace fired with love.
Stitching up a broken heart, A trade, a cult, a work of art, A skill, perfected, takes its time, To tack a thread through the fault line.
If a heart was black, And a punch was pink, What would you think. If love was grey, And hate was yellow, Would we still act mellow.
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