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We
The Enigma that is you.
The Enigma that is me.
How can't it be seen what we can be?
We're doubted, we doubt, we're loved, we love.
Why do others make sense of us falling, failing, and flailing?
Who decided to decide how we should be free?
The Enigma of a heart.
The Enigma of a soul.
I know it's for us the lovers' bell tolls.
The Enigma of our minds.
The Enigma of our thoughts.
Both things bond us, and yet have trouble to hold.
Against the face of the lies we've always been told.
The Enigma that is you.
The Enigma that is me.
The Enigma of our love.
The Enigma that is we.
- by Prostiboots |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/24/2008 |
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- Title: We
- Artist: Prostiboots
- Description: I can't remember exactly why I wrote this, but here it is, so whoop.
- Date: 07/24/2008
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Comments (5 Comments)
- plumems - 07/22/2009
- prosti does poetry? i did not know this. i like it very much though. 5/5
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- cat-girl343 - 10/17/2008
- i really like this.
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- Prostiboots - 07/25/2008
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A comment is fine, too.
Especially with a rating. - Report As Spam
- Sqark the Great - 07/24/2008
- too true
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- Lelar Bear - 07/24/2008
- I like it. It reminds me of 2 people who let their love flourish despite what society thinks and thats awesome. 5/5
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