Love’s an irredeemable deal
My heart can’t ever withdraw
Pain’s a thing unlikely to heal
Blue eyes go red of sorrow
I try to patch my lack of faith
Unhand all bitter feeling
I try to keep an even pace
But that way’s unappealing
’cause I search for you in their eyes
Doing that, I don’t forget
My soul’s dead, but love never dies
I’m Misery Incarnate...
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Who am I?
- Lone Poet
- Who am I? It's a question I ask myself time to time. I've come up with different names for myself. I was a preacher, I was a king, I was Misery Incarnate... but eventually I'm no more and no less than a lone poet, buried alive, waiting to be excavated. To be loved. I live for the moment when everything is all right.
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You know? I'm actually running out of words...!! I have to throw in a comment on each piece of yours cos i'm totally loving them!! Mann, I love the way you write!!! totally awesome!!
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