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[title] => Your Arms
[time] => 2003-11-23 19:35:44
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[bodytext] => Walk slowly and I get used to the room Close my eyes and fall back into Your arms I can't stand to do My admirable dedication turns to pathetic desires I run away from this rain And you only fan all my fires Kiss my slowly, watch me die Patch my ripped memories Close my eyes hard and make my demand I'm feeling somewhat sorry for all I have done And feeling somewhat sorry I ran from someone Your arms Can do Anything that I have never been able to I lie here beside me Waiting for all to be done Feeling somewhat sorry I ran from that one Close my eyes and this room is so dark Fall back into the floor Crash through the wood and down falling fast Not catching my tumbling I loved it to be crashed Wrap myself into my lonely mind Laugh it off for days Smiles fading and falling for every empty thing you say Running into walls, they uncovered my body on the floor Trampled into nothing Then tossed out the front door Walk into this cold room Stare at the far wall Pictures I can't focus on Squint and I begin to fall Through the floor and to the end Through you Nothing I have to ever see and do Admirable dedication kills my will And multiplies my thirst All I do is close my eyes and fall Lie to myself and I'll be first You couldn't catch me this time Barely conscious and lying on the floor Cannot stand And I begin to forget where I really am Spend my time in the dark Afraid of the sun and of being alone Things of right, not condoned Walking out of this room and I turn on the light Flick the switch before I leave Forgetting I want you back And accepting what I need Needing is for pains unconfessed Waking up tomorrow Always feeling blessed Walk out of my room and stop being cold Falling in and out of your arms It's getting so old [comments] => 3 [counter] => 272 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Exodus-On-Life [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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