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The Room
Contributed by
DoubleS
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Monday, 13th September 2010 @ 11:09:22 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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This was a class assignment I thought I should share with the site... It's both true and faulse... Spoiler: Like how the faded girl is my GF in past tense... She use to live far away but now were together.... Read my poem titled "My One and My Only" for how we came to be apart and read the under story of my poem titled "Happy Anniversary" to learn why why I use to talk about her as "Not Here"....
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As I sit in my room
I am cold and alone
I'm searching through my mind
To find my way back home
I am without thought
I don't know who I am
I then start to wonder
If anyone can
There are doors in my room
That lead to another
Some of them were chosen
To help me remember
There are three doors of gold
And a door made of chrome
I'm guessing that one
Will help me find my way home
But before I return
I thought I'd take a look
Through the doors of the past
Written down in a book
Behind the first door
Is and image of a girl
With glowing red hair
And eyes with a light blue twirl
Could this be the girl
That I had once called my own
The one I would kiss
Whenever we are alone
I didn't seem to know her
She could of known me
But for all I know
She didn't want to know me
So I closed the door
And move onto the next
I opened the door
And I hoped for the best
A reflection of a girl
Was faded and dark
Could this be the girl
The may have torn me apart
Or does the fading design
Represent she's not there
Could this be the girl
That I had but wasn't here
I still don't remember
So I thought I'd move on
As I think to myself
Where has my life gone
I opened the door
But this time I felt sad
Cause the mirror inside
Reflects what I have
I have nothing
The mirror reflects me
All that I have
But there is nothing to see
I'm ready to go
Even though I'm alone
I still don't recall
But it's time to go home
As I pass through the door
The room starts to fade
As I awake in the night
Somewhat afraid
Afraid that I was
No one important
Had no one to love
I was forgotten
But then I remember
Who I am, what I was
And what that room had meant
I was there just because
I'm in love with a girl
Who was never even there
But how could I love her
If it was like loving air
I am also in love
With a girl close to home
But no matter who I love
I'll always be alone
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Re: The Room
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by Bexstasy on
Monday, 13th September 2010 @ 12:29:33 PM AEST
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| Wow, this is good! The last line really gets to me! |
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