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Survive
Contributed by
feathercut
on
Thursday, 9th June 2005 @ 02:28:16 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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This is where i get off.
watch the flames
rip up my luck,
as the train slowly cracks into dust.....
The love is washed from your eyes
you pull your body over him
No more lies.
truth hangs in a grey room,
without song or dream,
now its time to
compromise,
survive.
Listening to the nothing in between
pale but so young, maybe 17,
The sky moves on in a daze......
the drugs are gone,
and this is what stays....
Rubbing up against you
Make me feel like i used to
please make the clocks crack,
and my body shake,
there is no love
that we can make
compromise.
survive.
Copyright ©
feathercut
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2005-06-09 14:28:16]
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Re: Survive
(User Rating: 1 )
by Pisces101 on
Thursday, 9th June 2005 @ 03:47:18 PM AEST
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love this poem. beautiful.
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