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These Days
Contributed by
ediii
on
Tuesday, 26th August 2008 @ 07:42:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Ugly Bench
The last time we
met we sat on that ugly
bench dressed in best and awkward and
I leaned against you thinking I
was raping your dignity
when we kissed.
I never expected you to come
that day -
We've always been a tragedy
in that way You
say the word.
Strangers in My Bed
They asked me thousand times if
I have finished and I
didn't know except that
They were
not You.
They were
not Me.
Attempts for Remorse
Every time that
tear touches the
eyeliner
it
retraces, so I just put
my face back
on
and go screw
some more
Honesty
There is no need for
pity or pretty
poetry or tender
lovemaking.
I only screw now.
Deal with it.
Oddly Placed
Sometimes a word is not
nice to read or
badly dressed or
oddly placed just
like me. But you
know what?
I
Don't
Give
A
Damn.
My Diary
I found a dead
flly among the pages of my
diary. It's plastered all
over the lines just like
you except
You are the lion
eating my thigh.
Copyright ©
ediii
... [
2008-08-26 19:42:10]
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Re: These Days
(User Rating: 1 )
by wizard on
Wednesday, 27th August 2008 @ 12:24:22 PM AEST
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well done, i like the format.... nicely written...
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