The Black & White Poet
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Here I stand
Weak yet irate
I'm at the point in-between-
Hurt and healing
Distance
Continues to challenge
My love is real
I'm at the point in-between-
Faith and diminishment
I hold the hand of air
And only wish you were here
I'm at the point in-between-
Pessimistic and optimistic
Everybody else but you-
Is appearing.
I want to run
Out of reality and into my dreams
…But where am I?
~DaYnA e. 6/7/04
Weak yet irate
I'm at the point in-between-
Hurt and healing
Distance
Continues to challenge
My love is real
I'm at the point in-between-
Faith and diminishment
I hold the hand of air
And only wish you were here
I'm at the point in-between-
Pessimistic and optimistic
Everybody else but you-
Is appearing.
I want to run
Out of reality and into my dreams
…But where am I?
~DaYnA e. 6/7/04
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