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Elisabeth Hicks Poem
In a city, Full of people Whom are all lost, but
to themselves, I sit. Girls and boys, women and men
searching not for their souls, but others. They all
feel alone yet billions are around. And in this city
all are good hearted. They're what the world is missing.
This is the city of lost angels. Where happy caring
people are quiet but to theirselves. Everynight laying
in bed dreaming, crying themselves to sleep. These
people are sad for they're the result of a love so true...
While the other one broke their hearts... In this city
is where I'm protected only by my pride.
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Elisabeth Hicks Poem
Old photograph's, Are all that remain,
And the song of love, But only the refrain.
Many things are forgotten, Yet some are here with me.
Like all of the letters you sent, That still rips my heart just to see.
Roses speak of loving you, Through their dried out lips.
I can still feel it, Fresh on my finger tips.
Dolphins caught in glass, Goes straight to my heart,
Everytime I need to talk, You must part.
So with these old photo's in hand, I sit in the cool summer night,
Thinking of what went wrong, And I could've made it right.
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If mortal fantasies Are inspired by our imagination
Then our world of walls Is God's creation If we fall
To the ends of being And the Earth is yet What we're seeing
Then how can our delusions Whether fact or fiction
Give the church a right To pass out benediction
IF the ideal place has gone through obliteration
Will we be fooled by our imagination Can our hearts forbode
A place and moment where we fall in love And wish to repent
If we reminscinse the days away will we be left in poverty and decay
IT all depends if one thinks love is perpetual then their beings and spirits
will hold life as conceptual while watching broken dreams they will stumble
upon a recoilection their true selves are but a trick of the imagination
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Elisabeth Hicks Poem
As I wait in the shadows of the night, I long to know what I'm awaiting. Sometimes my
knees get weak so I kneel but still keep my eyes wide open. At the slightest sound I
move hoping it's what I'm looking for. You see, life is like the something I'm
looking for. A new direction which will help me through this. Love isn't what I
lack. Kneeling is when life throws curves, but falling down would admit defeat. When
one admits defeat they admit falling and no longer caring aobut what they live for.
They no longer care about the future for them it seems like the past will repeat the
future. Yet alone I wait in the shadows.
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