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[aid] => mick
[title] => Broken
[time] => 2005-03-02 15:40:47
[hometext] => 2004 with this poem it's a little hard to catch the rhythm, might i remind you only to pause where there are commas and periods and such. please comment, and if you like check out my other poetry by clicking on the link below the poem
[bodytext] => She entered her room More dead than alive Feeling sadness swallow her mind, She began to write a letter that spilled her emotion A letter she never had the chance to sign. The letter was apologies From everyday of her life The apologies were many galore, She filled many pages For being selfish and insignificant Greedy, hateful, lazy and much more. She had finished with soft sobs Gave the letter to her sister Then sniffling, she crawled into bed, Sobbing silently to herself She had felt no love So from the world she wishes she hath fled. She felt useless to everyone Unworthy of the gift of life She felt life w/out love was no life at all, So she lay there sobbing Loathing her very existence Knowing that w/out love she could only fall. Her sobbing had slowed As a tear glided down her face Her consciosness crawled until blank The sobbing had ceased The tears no longer flowed Her fair cheeks abruptly became lank. Her broken mind had no thoughts Her broken heart had no love Perhaps that’s why it stopped beating. Think of your words to another They may be the last they hear The soul, not the flesh, may be bleeding. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 65 [informant] => NeonHusky [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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