[poem] oxymoronic
Posted April 9, 2008
[march 6, 2008]
The storms crawl across the once blue sky
light is visible to the blind eye
silence is necessary for the creation of sound
sometimes the lost never want to be found
when angels and demons dance on the roof
the lies will mingle with the truth
they gather their love and hold on to the hate
perfection has no time for all these mistakes
warmth dares to shiver in the presence of cold
youth are apathetic to the knowledge of old
there is no miracle without a tradgedy
...as there is no you without me
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