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Able

Contributed by bluoreo on Thursday, 8th January 2004 @ 04:15:30 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Morning, no sun
Wipe the sleep from my eyes as my contacts are plastered to my pupils
Looking back last week
The memories still bring slight pain that wont end after a good nights sleep
If i still remember what that means
Them side-by-side
I recall what third wheel was
Trying to block out these thoughts, wishing I was 21
The more and more I think
The further and further I fall into an endless pit
Where my mind betrays me at an attempt to erode my body
Taking me apart piece by piece
Until there is nothing left except for my rough exterior that cannot touch
That cannot feel
That cannot love
You see my weekness as a strength
But if i were as strong as you
I know i could make it through
I'd make it though this place that crushes me like a vice
I'd make it through the times when I feel like giving up or giving in
I'd make it through the days when I see you two there as you feel this room your presence that can fill this world with such joy, that is filled with so much suffering
If i were as strong as you
I know I could have made it through




Copyright © bluoreo ... [ 2004-01-08 16:15:30]
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Re: Able (User Rating: 1 )
by MrWrite on Thursday, 8th January 2004 @ 04:48:40 PM AEST
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This poem had a nice sound to it. I liked it. Well done.


Re: Able (User Rating: 1 )
by Necromant on Thursday, 8th January 2004 @ 05:00:15 PM AEST
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Truely emotional, I like it!


Re: Able (User Rating: 1 )
by Necromant on Thursday, 8th January 2004 @ 05:00:16 PM AEST
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Truely emotional, I like it!


Re: Able (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Friday, 9th January 2004 @ 02:46:58 AM AEST
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like a song of heart..tenderly touches the mind..well done. venkat




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