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Array ( [sid] => 121567 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sometimes I really wonder... [time] => 2006-06-10 03:58:28 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Sometimes I really wonder,
What it’d be like to run away,
To never come back to the life I made,
To abandon all my days,
To never see my loved ones,
To be alone when I dream at night,
To live in an empty space,
To be the only person in my sight

Sometimes I really wonder,
What it’d be like, to never see my friends,
To just lay alone in my bed,
To never hug my love again,
To always get by on my own,
To never have a friend,
To be lost in an unclear haze,
To never have happy hours to spend

Sometimes I really wonder,
What it’d be like to just leave,
To not worry ever again,
To not listen to lies you’re forced to believe,
To never feel that lonely shiver,
To never feel those rushes down your spine,
To get out of dealing with life’s pain,
To not be guilty of loosing your mind

Sometimes I really wonder,
What its like to have a friend,
To turn to someone when you’re sad,
Somebody to help your heart mend,
To have someone you can trust,
For someone comprehend,
For someone who will be loyal no matter what,
That will always be your friend

Sometimes I really wonder,
What it’d be like to be accepted,
To not worry what people think,
To not be neglected,
To be allowed to just be me,
For people stop giving me all this stress,
I just want to be left in the dark
For me, I must confess
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Sometimes I really wonder...

Contributed by mali on Saturday, 10th June 2006 @ 03:58:28 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Sometimes I really wonder,
What it’d be like to run away,
To never come back to the life I made,
To abandon all my days,
To never see my loved ones,
To be alone when I dream at night,
To live in an empty space,
To be the only person in my sight

Sometimes I really wonder,
What it’d be like, to never see my friends,
To just lay alone in my bed,
To never hug my love again,
To always get by on my own,
To never have a friend,
To be lost in an unclear haze,
To never have happy hours to spend

Sometimes I really wonder,
What it’d be like to just leave,
To not worry ever again,
To not listen to lies you’re forced to believe,
To never feel that lonely shiver,
To never feel those rushes down your spine,
To get out of dealing with life’s pain,
To not be guilty of loosing your mind

Sometimes I really wonder,
What its like to have a friend,
To turn to someone when you’re sad,
Somebody to help your heart mend,
To have someone you can trust,
For someone comprehend,
For someone who will be loyal no matter what,
That will always be your friend

Sometimes I really wonder,
What it’d be like to be accepted,
To not worry what people think,
To not be neglected,
To be allowed to just be me,
For people stop giving me all this stress,
I just want to be left in the dark
For me, I must confess




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Re: Sometimes I really wonder... (User Rating: 1 )
by bronzen on Saturday, 10th June 2006 @ 05:46:25 PM AEST
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written with emotion but i don't wonder that often


Re: Sometimes I really wonder... (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 13th June 2006 @ 02:06:48 PM AEST
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packed with emotion, you convey your thoughts well, and you're not alone in wondering.




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