DeaD|PoeT
02-08-2009, 11:15 PM
Every other thought i share, comes into me and soon i bare this life this dream the reality make my self truly see how things can move grow and build, it ends it mends like harvested plowed fields. As trees grow to heavens doors as roots grow to devils floors, as my soul beats in tune with lies and truths screamed from you and i,The balance of nature death in time , rebirth to focus on you and I. gaining strength with every touch every word that means so much, and as my eyes glaze with tear my smile brightens and shed my fear. For what may be the perfect hurt lines the laps of perfect worth. and in the sense of negative view comes the positive sense of new.