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Fate

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Fate

Together we sat under the rain
As it poured and soaked our hair
We laughed a lot until we cried
And cried until we laughed again

Memories long forgotten 
Have arrived yet one more time
Destroying sadness in our hearts
That was built by lonely crime

But deep inside we both knew
That one of us had to go
For fate had been awaiting
And that we both know

But what would be me 
And what would be her
If one of us wasn't there
So we decided...

Fate would drag us both to it!

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  1. Date: 12/1/2012 9:46:00 PM

    Another awesome write!!!!

  1. Date: 10/22/2012 7:55:00 AM

    SO ENJOYED READING YOUR CREATIVE WRITE HABZY WITH FRAGILE IMAGERY LUV .. WELCOME TO PS ..PLEASE CONTINUE TO SHARE WRDS WITH LUV .. THANKXX FOR SWEET COMMENT ON MY POETRY.

  1. Date: 10/21/2012 9:06:00 AM

    It needs more work..Together we sat under the rain... obvious if you stand in the rain .. you would get wet.. (not dry) and you have a lot of force rhyme... rewrite this one...... sorry! good try.....though

    Nub Avatar Habzy Nub Date: 10/21/2012 11:36:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you for your advice I shall try my best to fix it.;D
    Lander Avatar Annie Lander Date: 10/21/2012 9:09:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Definition Poetry which holds the principles and ideals of beauty that are characteristic of Greek and Roman art, architecture, and literature. Example Eloisa to Abelard by Alexander Pope In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in a vestal's veins? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?