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Ouch.
Contributed by
hellacia
on
Friday, 15th December 2006 @ 10:14:04 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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And he said, exhaling, Shes a real nice girl. . . She has a real pretty face She is......................... ...I began to shout
and like a baseball caught in midair, my words were snatched from the tip of my tongue as I stood in awe in sickness in. De-feat.
He turned towards the door and placed his hand on the knob His palms were sweaty, as I could see the marks on the tarnished gold He turned back one last time and
with daggers murmuring syllables spitting venom spelling out my fate
Love always, first Love, exhausted from screaming matches that could bring down the damn city, heavy negativities that outweigh the Good, moving on, New life, different pages, and every clich word in the English dictionary of break-ups.
And its quite alright with me As long as you can sleep at night After four long years And pictures and clothing and laughter filling pages of memories To be torn, shredded, laid to rest at the hands of a murdered not-so-mutual massacre.
Copyright ©
hellacia
... [
2006-12-15 10:14:04] (Date/Time posted on
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