Everything I have to say has been said before
By some other face in some other place
Along some other shore
So why do I bother writing my thoughts
I can't rhyme my words, have no time
Life still bleeds it's do's and ought's
to be continued...
About Me
- Secondhand Girl
- Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that arises from a bleeding heart or a smiling mouth. Kahlil Gibran *************************************** Because of its tremendous solemnity death is the light in which great passions, both good and bad, become transparent, no longer limited by outward appearances. Soren Kierkegaard
Mary and doggies
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