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This is a poem that i made about my a dear friend of mine.

Your'e the savoir of my world
The light at the end of my dark tunnel
Making my flowers bloom
And my fears and doubts shutter.
Im breathing each breath for the air that you gave up
But it wasn't your last gasp for air
Conquering sin while Tied to the "T"
Breathing again three days later.


Anyone know who talking about?

Jesus
 
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I saw that you checked mine out! Whoops. I liked it though. I'm not a Christian but I am glad you have found something in your life that to go to that isn't destructive.
 
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Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.
'
So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme.


how about this one? and dont google it lol

its one of my favorite poems :p
 
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Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.
'
So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme.


how about this one? and dont google it lol

its one of my favorite poems :p
Sonet 17 and no I didn't look it up lol :rolleyes:
 
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