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Time revolves in an order unknown
as words begin to twist and turn
the rulings of old overthrown
old codes now lie ready to burn
but risks are taken in a certain pace
you think its here and know
but knowledge is powerless in the race
people begin to run and hide
when feelings are let out
no where to turn to confide
love is fickle, yet beautiful and free
with dark corners and hallways lit
when you ask, do you wonder destiny
Walking day by day hand in hand
threw the world they show they stand
Let not such things turn and pass by
take the chance to reach for all
who knows when opportunity decides to die
- Title: Real love
- Artist: Earst
- Description: This is a poem, I just made on the spot, i'm tired and crap so whatever hope you enjoy
- Date: 10/28/2008
- Tags: real love
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