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Array ( [sid] => 132639 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Her Last Possession [time] => 2007-03-12 23:55:37 [hometext] => I wrote this when I was feeling [bodytext] => It's in the alleyway
Bashed and broken
It's in pieces
But it still remains
It's memory forgotten
Just like the one who once loved it
Nowhere to be found
It's the little girl's
She had once loved it
But now it's just another forgotten memory
Like an unimportant piece to the past
Thrown out to forever be gone
No matter how much it meant to the girl
They threw it out
Just because she left this world
They didn't care enough to keep it
The last of her broken soul
It was her last possession [comments] => 2 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Ice_Cold_Crayons [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Her Last Possession

Contributed by Ice_Cold_Crayons on Monday, 12th March 2007 @ 11:55:37 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



It's in the alleyway
Bashed and broken
It's in pieces
But it still remains
It's memory forgotten
Just like the one who once loved it
Nowhere to be found
It's the little girl's
She had once loved it
But now it's just another forgotten memory
Like an unimportant piece to the past
Thrown out to forever be gone
No matter how much it meant to the girl
They threw it out
Just because she left this world
They didn't care enough to keep it
The last of her broken soul
It was her last possession




Copyright © Ice_Cold_Crayons ... [ 2007-03-12 23:55:37]
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Re: Her Last Possession (User Rating: 1 )
by AKA_Anonymous on Tuesday, 13th March 2007 @ 12:04:43 AM AEST
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Someone once said that there's poetry in despair.

You brought it out quite lovely.

Cheers,
M


Re: Her Last Possession (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Tuesday, 13th March 2007 @ 09:09:56 AM AEST
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I invision my teddy bear on top of the heep and I weep inside.....simply put..we discard sometimes the most precious of their stuff..as if connecting to the lost ones will be to painful. All that was left for me to keep of my Dad's things was a nail clipper. Every time I cut my nails I smile and think of him.This piece is beautifullly, warm and packs a good message.




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