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By Stephen on 04/28/2011
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Shy, shy, shy, in a furnace with fire deeper than a well,
Volcanic with gestures unspoken underneath a human spell,
To keep it safe but still I yell,
But no one hears or to figure out my hell.
It’s harsh and tense but still I calm within my waterless well,
I saw my troubles, but it bursted like bubble and I disappear along with all that trouble.
Into it I saw my disgust, because of my fuss
And now I have missed all of its trust.

Which direction does calmness reside? For I have never seen men give
That day a smile.
With waves of stress motivated to distress,
It tightens it grip, and pulled down a major ship,
In a darker well, this is emotion’s hell, for some one
As cast a devastating spell.

Eyes looking shaper than a knife, is love trouble’s wife?
Or is it that trouble wants to divorce love from its life?
On my head dirt is pour, and into it I dwell
Because this emotion is fiercer than hell

© By Stephen On 4/28/2011 6:21:23 PM
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