poetus est deum animae. tu verbae estis tu pulchrae.The poet is God's breath. Your words are your love.
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Name: Nichole
Birthday: 6/13/1989
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Saturday, September 23, 2006

True Love Waits

True Love Waits

Thats what they say

But patience is hard

I want it today!

 

I want to feel loved

By an earthly man

But i can only wonder

What's God's plan?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Friday, September 22, 2006

I DID NOT WRITE THIS

There's somebody out there
whos waiting for you
and waiting for one day
his wish will come true

and maybe he's working
all day and all night
so he can go back
and not have to fight

and maybe he cries
when he thinks he gave in
and maybe he's happy
his new life begins

or maybe he's got
all these feelings inside
with no one to talk to,
no one to confide

and maybe he's saved
his work up so far
so one day he'll see
his shining bright starr

just dont give up hope
i'm reaching the end
and can you still keep me
forever your friend?

And can you forgive me
for how long its been
in exchange for the time
i'll have at the end?
~K


Wednesday, September 20, 2006

No Hope

I've lost all hope

To see my friend

I'm such a dope

Where to begin?

 

I thought it'd be different

It's a brand new year

But all his time's spent

And he's held back by fear

 

So I'll stand on the outside

As his new life begins

He never really lied

But he always gave in.

 

 

 

 


No Hope

I've lost all hope

To see my friend

I'm such a dope

Where to begin?

 

I thought it'd be different

It's a brand new year

But all his time's spent

And he's held back by fear

 

So I'll stand on the outside

As his new life begins

He never really lied

But he always gave in.

 

 

 

 


Saturday, September 02, 2006

Christmas Eve

 

When the moon reflects in waters still

The night owl's cry shall echo

Listen to the wind moan over the hill

And the quiet falling of snow

This is the night when miracles happen

When the world can feel His love

When no man is really misshapen

And hope rains down from Above

 

 



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