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My Beautiful

My love is a burden

Always waying me down

It flies on wings

But you shot 

And I came to you

For peace

Only to find war

You were my beautiful

The one that I love

Flying on wings

You were my beautiful

The one that held me tight

Then the darkness came

And my wings didn’t work

So you left

When I was no longer so beautiful

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Katherine 4/19/2010 - 7:40 pm

this is a very nice poem.
except that its sad. i wish there was no pain in the world. 🙁

77evergone77 4/19/2010 - 7:54 pm

I don’t mean to be mean. Rude. Or a downer but that’s not going to happen in my lifetime. It’s the nature if mankind to fight and shove others down, which causes sadness among us who were stepped on. I agree. The poem is Amazing and very raw. I love it.

charlotte_intheskywithdiamonds 4/20/2010 - 12:11 am

Thank you i think that there is room for improvement but i love it too.

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