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Lines Stolen from my Diary

Contributed by justagirl447 on Thursday, 3rd December 2009 @ 02:57:19 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



1.
I sit alone, in a house I should recognize.
I sleep in the attic, because its an open bed.
My grandma cant make it up the stairs anymore.
I refuse to say it, because that makes it true.
Im a girl without love stuck in a city
With no friends because she made the choice to leave.
This girl may cry about love.

2.
I thought it would be a fairytale
I just want him to care about me
He completely tares me apart.
He expects so much from a girl
So young.
Maybe my mom was right;
maybe I cant hold a relationship.

3.
My best friend is gone.
But as she left she gave me one thing.
A necklace with Saint Christopher on it.
Its protecting me.
Ill see her soon, I know I will.
She brings smiles out of me.
A rare thing these days.

4.
Driving doesn't clear my head,
it makes it run.
At 70 mph the car shakes,
but my head endures an earthquake.
I stare at the road blankly,
its straight, bare.
I don't want my life to be a straight road.

5.
Neither of us have the heart,
To break each others.
But its overdue.
I always come up with the same answer,
and today I made it a solution.
Were over.
Two years gone,
Goodbye.

6.
Its one of those days again.
I gasp for air, but feel the weight
of an elephant on my chest.
I need to get to know myself.
I cry at night thinking I made a mistake.
Its time to face what ive been running from,
Me.

7.
I walk alone, and today i'm okay with it.
I shield my vulnerability
with sassy boots and a scarf.
When I wake up, I brush on mascara.
But when I lay in bed, im me.
Im natural, im free.
Why cant I be that girl all the time?




Copyright © justagirl447 ... [ 2009-12-03 14:57:19]
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Re: Lines Stolen from my Diary (User Rating: 1 )
by beehappy on Friday, 4th December 2009 @ 08:32:31 PM AEST
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Wow! This is pretty intense. I love it!




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