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BROKEN CHAPSTICK
Contributed by
Alina
on
Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 03:34:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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My Broken Chapstick
Lies on the sink
With blood dripping from my heart
Away my thoughts start to think
Years of trying
To please her evil demon
But she hasn't changed
So what the **** is this meaning.
Loosing my fight
To her evil call
My mother, my evil
She alwyas makes me fall
Tried so hard
Given every last breath
I'm falling and sinking
To this death
Why try anymore
Because every door stays closed
Even the door of her love
The one I had to have chose
Please just let me be mother
Let me float away
My relapses are to vast
For me to save
Just let things be the same old
I'd be happier back in his grasp
The grasp of my Pushers hands
Tired of trying.... living life to dame fast.
My broken chapstick
Lays on the sink
As I look at it
This is what I think
My broken chapstick
In it's shattered beauty
Tired of trying
Just give up on me.
Copyright ©
Alina
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2004-08-25 15:34:52]
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Re: BROKEN CHAPSTICK
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by yellow_sundragon on
Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 03:50:09 PM AEST
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It's funny how the broken chapstick is so intergrale in a poem about this kind of subject, but it works, and it works well...
I like it, and thanks for sharing it... I know that it must have been tough..
Jaime |
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