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Lifes Virtue 3

Contributed by cj_ranson on Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 01:30:22 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



It makes me hurt
It makes me cry
It makes me so ******** cut
You leave lifes doors tightly shut
I can say now
You havn't helped me or yourself

Friends are only friends when they wanna be
They can only see
That there life is a fantasy
Don't care for those who cared for them
Ignored, written off and forgotten
They stay bold
They do what they're told
But to one who it mattered
A soul is left now, shattered

Blind and ruined
My mind has thoughts of a thousand people
Never regretting or forgetting pains felt by all
They didn't liseten to others call
Past pains hurt the weak
Nothing more do they seek
Than attention
The strong are already dead
The vultchers of hell already fed

Kindness and courage
Gone now, never to return
Souls are beggining to burn
New loves open
Causing more pain
Keeping me very sane
I stay
All the time I know what your thinking
Every day

I didn't expect you to understand
Wouldn't have hoped you'd make it
You probablly won't even hear this call
A cry of advice, keeps me standing tall
I hate you and I love you
Nothing anyone can do
I can only wish that what I need comes
And that you will see
Everything including me

I havn't been noticed before
Leaves me feeling sore
I don't care anymore
I can still look back
At past happiness
And no pain

Lifes Virtue




Copyright © cj_ranson ... [ 2004-08-11 01:30:22]
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Re: Lifes Virtue 3 (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 01:44:15 AM AEST
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emotions run so strong throughout this is a wonderful poem
michelle


Re: Lifes Virtue 3 (User Rating: 1 )
by Dizza_13 on Wednesday, 11th August 2004 @ 03:47:50 AM AEST
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very well done.

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