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Wrong side

Contributed by MajesticPoet on Wednesday, 20th April 2005 @ 09:01:20 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



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Tell me what you want from me
Cause I don't know exactly
What you want me to be
There's no place left for me To go now

So why don't you
come kick me around for a while
Down here you won't see me cryin'
Ain't got no time for that

I've planned a million ways to
Sacrifice myself now
Seems every time I try to gain a
Little ground-I wind up right back
Where I never thought I'd be

Down here it feels alright
Plenty of time to find another way.
Self-destruction's the only way
I know how to

Maybe another time, maybe another
Day, I'll be strong enough to leave
This place behind me

Like a clown I'll raise my glass
To the sky and toast another night
Serenadin' my reflection

Plenty of time to find another
Way to seize the day without this bottle of redemption
So tonight I'll stumble my way home,
maybe tomorrow I'll find
Myself

But tonight I got the moon
And the stars
I got a song in my head and a pocket full of nothin'
Well I got no plans got no peace of mind

I gotta find a may outta here
Took a little more than I gave away
Now it's up to me to get up and
Try to get it right.




Copyright © MajesticPoet ... [ 2005-04-20 21:01:20]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Wrong side (User Rating: 1 )
by Ecly on Monday, 19th September 2005 @ 03:39:19 AM AEST
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I don't know why this poem wasn't read more, or even commented on. The succinct phrases draw more attention to them, they feel very sharp and brutal, or real.

This has been an inspiration, hang in there and don't stop writing.


Re: Wrong side (User Rating: 1 )
by rosewoodtree on Monday, 8th May 2006 @ 12:30:07 PM AEST
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this is good. it doesnt follow the over used pattern that i so often accidentlly fall into




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