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Tears in Private

FixXxer

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At last the time has come,
the time it ends, another has become,
time to move on, learn from the past,
but not live there, im moving too fast,
in to the future at last.

what is behind the next door?
i wont know whats in store,
because i cant ignore,
ill hit the floor, and each time, come back for more.

Thats the way i learn,
i only get what i earn,
and recieve only what i give,
thats the only way to live.
unselfish, and caring,
careful of the wounds people have teaing,
give them a chance to heal,
do not steal, or i may share the pain they feel.

these are lessons i am taught,
they mean more to me, since i give it so much thought,
i sit in one spot,
and allow my brain to drain,
anything that can be decieved as rain,
through tears in private,
i cant help it, id rather hide it.

Alone by myself, i shed all these tears,
forgive all my fears,
feel the softness of kashmirs,
listening to my music, keeping me sane,
these melodies, run rampant through my brain.

cant get them out, i think im addicted,
this thought, however, i feel leaves me restricted,
to the fact that i love it so much,
if only i could remember the touch,
i could finally throw away my crutch.

So again i shed, these tears in my lonesome,
remember who i am, and where im from,
the people who i shared the past,
from the first to last,
i do this for them, so they not have to see my pain,
id rather be the reassuring one, who keeps you warm in the rain.
 
nice piece, and btw i just noticed your sig.... one of my favorite zeppelin songs. i actually drew an art piece once of what i thought was being depicted in this song. last time i checked it was on frostyangel's wall.
 
i really like it.

the rhyming is subtle and compelling (ah cant spell). i especially like da first two bits.
 
Thank you @cherub.. I will always remember that I once had a poem in a newspaper.

I am so grateful that you helped me experience this in any capacity.. I still have a copy of the paper you sent me tucked away in my precious memories,
 
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do not steal, or i may share the pain they feel.

these are lessons i am taught,
they mean more to me, since i give it so much thought,
i sit in one spot,
and allow my brain to drain,
anything that can be decieved as rain,
through tears in private,
i cant help it, id rather hide it.

Alone by myself, i shed all these tears,
forgive all my fears,
feel the softness of kashmirs,
listening to my music, keeping me sane,
these melodies, run rampant through my brain.

cant get them out, i think im addicted,
this thought, however, i feel leaves me restricted,
to the fact that i love it so much,
if only i could remember the touch,
i could finally throw away my crutch.

So again i shed, these tears in my lonesome,
remember who i am, and where im from,
the people who i shared the past,
from the first to last,
i do this for them, so they not have to see my pain,
id rather be the reassuring one, who keeps you warm in the rain.
I related to that so much it felt like I was writing it, amazing man

get out of my brain!!

I also need to get out of my own brain!!!!!!!!!!
 
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