.. and that's why poetry appeals to me so much - because it's so eternal. As long as there are people, they can remember words and combinations of words. Nothing else can survive a holocaust but poetry and songs. No one can remember an entire novel. No one can describe a film, a piece of sculpture, a painting, but so long as there are human beings, songs and poetry can continue. 'Jim Morrison'
Tell me is it love or lust
I've been through this before, now it's hard to trust
This time it seems real
Tell me is it a hit in run kinda deal
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Tired, time to sleep
Eye lids grow heavy and weak
Lay my head, count sheep
After a day weary
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I write, but it will never be
As beautiful as a pond, cloud, or tree
Men can make wine with the aid of a grape
Honey is produced by a bee
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When you find a heart of stone
Do not grow attached
It dose not care if you are alone
It ignores dispair with a cold shoulder
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