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i remember it. oh god i remember now. (i changed the names of this poem)
My dear Rachel, made of the sea
May that which I love live free
For the sky is never pure when you are not well
For the moon never beams when you're smile is not there
My performance is nothing without you my love
As I am just a mime with no love itself
May my face show the pain, may it show the sadness
As I am just a mime not being myself
Let my face show sadness, it matters not
As all I want from you is a pure sky with a full beaming night
 twilight_raven919 · Tue May 12, 2009 @ 09:37pm · 0 Comments |
