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stuck to the wall
Contributed by
merry
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Tuesday, 19th July 2005 @ 05:13:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Stuck to these four walls, ancient crumbling heart of a city
Debris is my feast and I eat with eyes half closed
Pretending you sit across from me with your smile intact
Ragged pink dress was once so fine in the window
Craving attention and seeking perfection I was lost
Into the world of craving what is not real
Checking in at the desk I was placed under arrest
Ive been waiting ever since
For someone to break the bars of this prison
Where boredom is poison and Im wasting my time here
Thinking tomorrow is different day after day
You hold out your hand but my fingers cant reach you
Another mirage on the wall and you say you cant stay
You have another engagement, half past the moon
I stay up late and keep hoping youll come back this way
Telephone rings Hello, hellobut nobody answers
As walls cave in where hope used to be
There was never any chance for someone like me.
Copyright ©
merry
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2005-07-19 17:13:42]
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Re: stuck to the wall
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by xxbreathlessx on
Tuesday, 19th July 2005 @ 05:18:53 PM AEST
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| how sad! i really like how you take us back into your memories and lead us to the present. great job! |
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Re: stuck to the wall
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by shelby on
Tuesday, 19th July 2005 @ 05:21:39 PM AEST
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so lonesome and sad
as the walls cave in where hope used to be
awe dont give up on your hope though at times its hard
Michelle |
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Re: stuck to the wall
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by Xnoybis on
Saturday, 3rd December 2005 @ 12:46:42 AM AEST
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Doesn't sound sad to me like. Sounds more like realization unfolding into yearning.
"Checking in at the desk I was placed under arrest"..yeah. |
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