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It Hurts...
Contributed by
blackmarker
on
Monday, 20th December 2004 @ 05:15:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Based on a lost... something-or-other.
I feel as though someone is slipping further and further from me.
Hiding behind
White picket-fences,
Too scared to fly.
Unable to move,
Bound by
Silver shackles,
And deep,
Mysterious,
Dark eyes.
Gold-plated silences
Threaten to choke,
Swallow and destroy.
Dressed to impress,
Too inhibited to speak the truth.
Fleeting glances,
Coy giggles,
Demure smiles.
Trying to appeal to
Blind eyes,
No longer paying attention,
Engrossed in the next
Pretty thing who
Struts
on
by,
Extroverted and blunt.
No games.
No back-and-forth.
No playing hard-to-get.
Does that make her
Easy?
Unlike me.
All the things I
Just.
Cant.
Be.
Im undesirable,
Uninteresting,
Unwelcome,
Unwanted,
Un-everything,
With the exception of
Unhurt.
Lost lust,
Lost love,
Lost whatever-it-is
Or could-have-been
It hurts.
Copyright ©
blackmarker
... [
2004-12-20 17:15:52]
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Re: It Hurts...
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by Artemis03 on
Monday, 20th December 2004 @ 05:52:40 PM AEST
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| Great write..I was brought into your words so swiftly. ..it's beautiful it reminds me of how I can feel sometimes. |
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Re: It Hurts...
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by travisk on
Tuesday, 21st December 2004 @ 11:01:13 AM AEST
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flows wonderfully, I can picture someone reading it in a dimly lit drama studio or coffee shop.
keep writing. |
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