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My Bottle
Contributed by
Alexa_Bachtel
on
Monday, 19th October 2009 @ 02:45:08 AM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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I'm lyin' broken on the floor,
Like some kinda doll,
Without any signs of life,
Lookin' at myself inside out.
How did I get here?
How did I get like that?
I do breathe,
And I'm still alive,
But I'm all outta faith,
Havin' left just shame...
So fill my bottle up
With a new sense,
With a new life,
Let my bottle breathe
By the fresh air
From the Alpine heights,
Breathe my bottle life in
And break me up again...
The history's gyrin'
I know this and I'm findin'
That I'll be lyin' on the floor
Like a broken doll...
Will be my faith still alive?
Will be the shame still inside?
Will I let you break me up again
If I put my heart in your hands?
So fill my bottle up
With a new sense,
With a new life,
Let my bottle breathe
By the fresh air
From the Alpine heights,
Breathe my bottle life in
And break me up again...
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2009-10-19 02:45:08]
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Re: My Bottle
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 19th October 2009 @ 03:56:14 AM AEST
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This was your best poem to date I think. Some perfectly woven images and a lovely fluency, an exceptional poem.
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