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I feel like writing poetry... Posted on: March 3, 2007, at 01:40:37pm Underneath The Stars A moment with one's sweet bliss A single instant upon a lifetime worth of coincidences All you've ever longed for All you've ever dreamed of Lay now, not within your once blessed dreams; Your one true fantasy But before you, underneath the foretelling stars A reality A reality that has been stricken down upon you A veracity of what is really before your eyes What you have forced yourself to succumb to You finally comprehend What was once a true paradise, Was nothing, but an illusion Meant to delude you from the unbearable truth That has been laid down in front of your unseeing eyes Lead to deathly consequences Causing to lose grasp of what has held you up for all this time Causing you to surrender your feelings to this now bitter, forlorn night Intolerable, this love is Why? Why does thy love continue to run? Unable to keep up Incapable of enduring this incessant voyage Only to find one's love departed Although 'tis lovely to one's clouded visions Love Deceiving and cruel it can become. Oh cruel love, Finally slips through my weakening grasp Incapable of holding onto this illusion to any further extent Once again, evades my ever-pleading heart |