The Child's Laugh
Tue, 24 Jun 2008 at 03:23pm
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Let me hold your hand, let me love your voice
I've told the world that it can't end until it has a choice
No words shall lace with comfort, to merely mock your thoughts
Or smirk upon immunity your innocence was taught
Naturally modest, to quench a thirsty wound
Is this symphony so honest, uncompromised, ungroomed
Who shall avow defeat, but self stained irony?
A hopelessness that compliments your own maternal plea
Accept a youthful epitaph
To moisten ceasar's eyes
If only I could heal you. If only I was wise.
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2008-06-24
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were:
0 minus votes,
1 plus votes, and
0 astars.
-mc
2008-06-26
that was amazing
kluny
2008-06-26
oh hai.
kluny
2008-06-27
The above comment was just to signify that I came and read this, I was to tired to comment.
Anyway, it deserves a proper comment:
I like the unashamed intellectualness of it, and especially the last three lines.