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Did You Ever Make It home?

Contributed by Avila on Wednesday, 9th June 2004 @ 12:29:27 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



Would you know what shape Im in?
& whats happening?
Words can kill,
And they will.
Im shamed to say,
Things could have gone a different way.
I hate you somehow,
But I need you now.
Nothing left to see,
Between you & me.
Feelings strangled tight,
Losing touch & sight,
I tried to look at our stars this night.
Do you even think of me?
Remembering all those dreams we never got to see?
In your world out there,
Do you rip and tear?
Do you sleep without a care?
All the words weve said,
Live inside in my head.
Along with the scars that you left,
& the good memories that I kept,
Now apologizing that my heart was swept.
But what I feel here inside,
Means more to me than pride.
So tell me now,
Let me know somehow.
Do you miss me now?
Can you honestly say,
Its better this way?
Did you ever make it home?
Did you finally get the feeling of being alone?
I hold on to the words that were never spoken,
Dealing with a type of silence screaming to be broken.
Maybe it was me, who made a mess,
That didnt mean I loved you less.
Im sure in your mind this summer,
The memory of her will slumber.
But its ok, its fine,
If its more engraved then mine.
Its my fault cos I like your lips,
& the way your skin feels on my fingertips.
Now if only I could pick myself up from the floor,
Id show up at your door,
Just to let you know,
That I hated you somehow,
But I need you now.




Copyright © Avila ... [ 2004-06-09 00:29:27]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Did You Ever Make It home? (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Wednesday, 9th June 2004 @ 02:15:36 AM AEST
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Excellent wording. It came alive. Very emotional, sincere work. well done!
Andrew


Re: Did You Ever Make It home? (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 9th June 2004 @ 03:10:31 AM AEST
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touching and emotional powerful words an incredible poem
michelle




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