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not about love

Contributed by socialmisfit on Wednesday, 1st February 2006 @ 10:43:09 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



excitement blooms in surreal shapes like lumps but no one feels and i go painfully unnoticed
darkening, quietly inside with a stars resillience to lonliness, in a semblance of suicides
like fireworks trying to outdo each other but fading all the same
i contemplate the dying of sparks
of past novembers and last years love
i watch the fire, less enchanting than before
just.. burning
and to excite something i throw an old diary
and watch the words turn to smoke
becomeing formless as i always wanted them to be
but I'm lackluster in eloquence
and all out of anything that could be defined as
elegant. trust me. this time.
and I'll deconstruct a line of delusion.
unwind a tapestry.
reveal the apologies you carved on my face
love spells sorry
but no appology is needed
i take all the blame
bleeding memory's from my eyes.
and calling them tears.
with a few left over letters running down my cheeks
colliding with the stars dareing them to scream back.
its not an apology
its you that i lack




Copyright © socialmisfit ... [ 2006-02-01 10:43:09]
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Re: not about love (User Rating: 1 )
by Vampirequeen on Thursday, 2nd February 2006 @ 02:44:39 AM AEST
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awww don't give up kiddo i am sure you will find your lifemate someday.

hugs


Re: not about love (User Rating: 1 )
by JGB on Sunday, 23rd April 2006 @ 01:42:31 AM AEST
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Good write.





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