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Originally Posted by Dabatos
I believe the whispers of winter wind create the soothing language of my soul.
In my world, I smear the make up from the women revealing their true beauty.
Because I'm young, I try not to let the touch of premature hearts elevate me higher than the moon.
I believe when I cry God transforms my salty tears into candied sweetness. In my world, love incubates your soul like a mother's womb which always lasts for eternity.
Because I'm young, I run from my shadow desiring a storm to block the sunlight.
I believe that the playing of music cools over the heated boiling of blood.
In my world, evil will crush into the lakes, having the ripples spread, forming visions of hope.
Because I'm young, I smooth our my insecurities waiting for the blossoms of spring to make me into the goddess of my fantasies.
I believe that those of trapped, blackened hearts secretly want to be lathered clean.
In my world, shooting makes ones blood flow thicker, making them stronger for the highway of life.
Because I'm young, I know fallen dreams aren't lost, but are reserved in the clouds for us to reach higher than we did before.
*My friend Pauline did this poem, please leave her feedback!*
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