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Why?
Contributed by
darkscorpio
on
Sunday, 26th January 2003 @ 04:45:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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If there was a way, to turn back time I'd go back to the beginning, find out the crime That created the world of visions of pain That have lasted till now, cause the memories remain Bits and pieces of a childhood, flow through an unlocked door An unfinished picture, makes me want answers more Just go back once, to the moment in my life When my innocence was torn apart, by the ever present knife That has been the subject, of many different shades Of my life's colors, which have been blackened and grey If I only knew why, the child in me was forced to hide In walls of steel so I could save my pride And why my heart, embraced the cold While my body was young, my mind grew old Repressed my feelings, so they couldn't find My bleeding heart, that yearned for someone kind Now too old, to hide behind walls Tired of the rises and the falls That have occurred, in the many lonely years Since I vowed I wouldn't cry those blood filled tears The words are old, but the aims are new I want to try to see this through
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darkscorpio
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2003-01-26 04:45:15] (Date/Time posted on
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