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Alone
Contributed by
slayer_015
on
Wednesday, 11th May 2016 @ 11:03:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Sorrow drips gleefully from the night breeze as I sit staring into the endless blackness.
Where is my rest? Where is comfort? Where is my heart? Where is she?
Lies whisper on the wind, calling seductively to my heart like a siren/'/s song
To a doomed mariner.
I miss my love.
I want her tender embrace.
I smell her. I feel her.
Her voice echoes in my tortured mind.
I see her in the darkness.
I miss her.
I love her.
She is gone. I know not where.
My friend,
My soul is torn.
Every minute is eternal without you.
I can not escape these chains.
I am alone.
I am alone.
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slayer_015
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2016-05-11 23:03:40]
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Re: Alone
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by unknown_utopia on
Wednesday, 11th May 2016 @ 11:11:55 PM AEST
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so sad
love is a hurting emotion..... |
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Re: Alone
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by hauntedscorp on
Thursday, 12th May 2016 @ 12:57:28 AM AEST
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Beauty. Good use of imagery.
Welcome back!
~Scorp |
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Re: Alone
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 14th May 2016 @ 08:29:28 PM AEST
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| So descriptive. You can be haunted by the scent of love. You can never describe the scent, only know it when it arises. |
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