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The Next Day
Contributed by
AngryBunny
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Sunday, 1st December 2002 @ 08:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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The days roll into blurrs
I know I've lost track
But I'm really not so sure
Perhaps it's just a bunch of crap
Right now I'm sad
Beyond belief
I can't perk up
I'm drowning in my own grief
But the next day, I'll be okay
Like nothing happened
There's a smile on my face
And I feel I won't cry again
But I always do
Tears always come
I go beyond the blues
I'll lose the sun
Maybe I'm just sad
In that pathetic kind of way
Maybe if people know I'm down
They just might stay
But I'm always dancing around
And showing off a grin
So no one suspects
My heart is growing dim
Copyright ©
AngryBunny
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2002-12-01 08:00:00]
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Re: The Next Day
(User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on
Sunday, 1st December 2002 @ 03:44:02 PM AEST
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You can only wear that
mask for so long before
someone see's beyond it
Thanks for sharing this one
i enjoyed it alot. Keep em' coming
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.
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Re: The Next Day
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by Sumiko on
Sunday, 1st December 2002 @ 10:25:58 PM AEST
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| I know that I am only the "new kid" around here, but I know exactly what is in your head. Half of the poetry that I write portrays the same feelings in myself. Nice to know that I am not alone. Sumiko |
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Re: The Next Day
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 3rd March 2003 @ 11:44:03 AM AEST
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Say what they will, there will always be times when a mask protects the core of our being... this mask we wear does so much more than the general superficial public can understand.
Our mask we can change, replace or save for our much needed private space. There alone, feeling safe at last, we remove our mask and see in fact that our true feelings are indeed written all over our face...
Here in this private space we are safe with our truth
God Bless! |
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