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What you said
Contributed by
Maciej
on
Monday, 27th February 2006 @ 08:45:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Sitting in the lap of life,
content to rest my head,
on the bosom of life and death.
The line between what is real and what is a lie,
paper thin now.
Love bleeds into resentment,
hate boiling in my veins,
I want to scream,
in vain.
You became deaf a while ago,
screams futile now.
What we had was a lie,
What we have now, an excuse.
My reality was a lie,
My lie a fantasy.
I lay broken now,
facing what is real.
My chest,
a vacant hole,
that you once filled with half truths,
and empty promises,
now sits hollow.
Waiting, begging to be freed from this pain.
Copyright ©
Maciej
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2006-02-27 20:45:27]
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Re: What you said
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by Gothchyk on
Tuesday, 28th February 2006 @ 01:19:28 AM AEST
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Re: What you said
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by Karlee14 on
Tuesday, 28th February 2006 @ 02:51:38 AM AEST
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Wow, I like this. Very descriptive. Do keep writing, I look forward to future poems.
Love,
Karlee |
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