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    Blu

    Feeling so blu, without u around.

    They say that when it rains it pours,but it floods as far as I can perceive it.

    I close the curtains & light the candles only to see a shadow dancing across the room.

    Silence initiates me.

    There are no words to explain how u turned my mood about & left me in the dark of this cold, but, humble asylum that is a place 2 dwell...alone.

    Never could there be...no one to compare to u. To u, I could not compare no one that could be or other.

    Never thought I'd be....without.

    Thought I'd be in love again, that I'd find someone like u. Nothing compares to u, cause' u are in an abundance...so many, that I admire u all.

    When I see u, my smile comes about & I become everwanting of anyone of u...again.

    But, I want only of u, only one of u, for my haunting compells me to u, it calls me forth to seek & find thee, until these doors close again of a broken heart.

    For now, until the curtains re-open & the candles aren't lit for the sun to shine in, to warm. Until these doors open again for another key to turn the lock & becomes someone's home.

    The sun won't shine, the flood will fill many streets, & this cold, candle lit home will be closed for all to ponder of its residence as they walk by or glance.

    And the blu...well, will always be blu, until a presence is of good company to be well contempt again.



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    This is a view of Love's cycle.

    U love only 2 be Blu, till loved again. Then, the cycle repeats itself... again.

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    Dreamer123 commented on Blu

    08-07-2009

    This is so sweet very passionate & emotional. I love this. l like your comparasions. keep it up. : D God Bless you. you got talent.

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    08/07/2009

    Glad u love it,thx!!!

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.