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Hey there...here is a new poem for ya (edited 07/02/05)

Saved From The Storm

You speak of the flower so pale, so blue
but it has thorns, sharp edges, oh! if u only knew
How many storms this little flower has taken
How many times she cried for her heart was breaking
How many times she rejected that feeling so warm
Because the many times she accepted, her soul was torn

Yes it looks so soft and your heart aches to feel
You fingers brush the petals your arm feels the chill
she warned you to step away but another step you took
she covers her heart you pull away those hands and take a deeper look
Inside is blackness, everythings dead with decay
you see why those tears fall hard everyday

she's been cut, slapped, bitched at, and lied to
but she just sits there, hopeless, nothing she can do
you ask her what you can do, anything she desires
she pulls you closer, her eyes are blazing with fire
kisses you gently says "just do me one favor,
protect and hold me" you soul longs to save her

softly, those lips, you return the kiss
make up smeared in an instance of bliss
you hold your flower so pale so blue
you whisper her a promise "nothing will hurt you"
she kisses you again while you lead her by the arm
into the beautiful blackness where she'll feel no harm


I get asked alot "Why are you lonely?" Here is my answer...I can scream out in a crowd and no one will hear. I can cry and wail and no one will turn their head. I can leave today and tomorrow no one will notice.



So..i'm reba and I am 5'7...black hair, green eyes...medium built...just kinda doing my own thing...

Here's a little something something from my man Jack Skeleton

There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet

Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so tired of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing

Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known

I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France

And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations

But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with his skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could

Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears


gabrielle


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