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| poems. emily greentree. august 2001. |
| something in it You could leave me tomorrow and I�d burst into tears rip tears in my clothes and die my hair black but still you wouldn�t know the truth. Everytime I hold you I want you to know and yet I don�t tell you what I write down. They say secrets should be shared but I like the conspiracy. Melted chocolate kisses make me quiver like in the books. Still you don�t know the truth. I think if we both knew each others thoughts we�d burn in the fire. |
| Afraid of Shadows Like a candle glowing in the dark you make me feel safe. Yet it is when the candle burns out that I feel my true self. I don't like the thought of people watching my every move. Except I want you to be with me through the darkness. A dying rose wilts the petals to grow again. |