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Array ( [sid] => 7530 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => city street people [time] => 2002-11-27 01:00:00 [hometext] => ugh, just, ugh. [bodytext] =>
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he sits by the fire
it warm in the room
but the fire can't melt his heart of ice

she cries in her room
wishing she could change the past
but all she can do is cry for her losses

she yells one more time
and she will never again see the boy he once was
never again

he hits her again
and she's walkin through that door for the last time
and never lookin back she says

the little girl
wants him back wants him back
why did god take her puppy away?

these people mourn, but in different ways they all make the world cry
cry tears of sadness for the lost and angry
soul
why
why does everyone need to be free, but still
need what they need, i wish i could be free [comments] => 1 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 48 [informant] => dantoad [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

city street people

Contributed by dantoad on Wednesday, 27th November 2002 @ 01:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

***************

he sits by the fire
it warm in the room
but the fire can't melt his heart of ice

she cries in her room
wishing she could change the past
but all she can do is cry for her losses

she yells one more time
and she will never again see the boy he once was
never again

he hits her again
and she's walkin through that door for the last time
and never lookin back she says

the little girl
wants him back wants him back
why did god take her puppy away?

these people mourn, but in different ways they all make the world cry
cry tears of sadness for the lost and angry
soul
why
why does everyone need to be free, but still
need what they need, i wish i could be free

Copyright © dantoad ... [ 2002-11-27 01:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: city street people (User Rating: 1 )
by Rose on Wednesday, 27th November 2002 @ 05:11:55 PM AEST
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nothing wrong with this write. I can understand it just fine. being free is what you choose to let your mind and soul do. To forgive what you think is not, then you cannot be free, until you do. Very sad write, context of street people to those of abuse. sad life indeed. sometimes we tend to close up the wound without healing it first...
AmberRose :)

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