Sunday, April 24, 2005

Fear

Let not the shackles of your past hold you back from your future.
I am here, and I will promise to listen and to understand.
Take your time because I will be patient.
Do not worry, and do not be afraid.
Do not fear, cos I am here.
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4 comments:

rench00 said...

never knew you to be a poet. guess i was wrong.

8:20 pm
rench00 said...

Since we are in the mood for lovey dovey poems:
Love is a smoke made with fume of sighs;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes
Being vex'd, a sea norish'd with lovers' tears;
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

courtesy of the Bard.

8:41 pm
Anonymous said...

Aww... Rench... reciting poetry for Brandon? How sweet!

9:15 pm
Rambling Alcoholic said...

Thanks Kim, for taking the piss. And Rench, its easy to write when one is inspired, no?

2:31 am

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