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The Empty Picture Frame
Contributed by
midnightwriter
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Tuesday, 17th October 2006 @ 07:39:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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I’m looking at the empty picture frame of where you use to be. Now I’m trying to fill the spot of where you up and left me.
I burnt your pictures, and watched the frame filled with glass break, but my memory can’t forget our Sunday walks by the lake.
I was on my back looking at the fall sky, you were by my side, but I never knew you where thinking about saying goodbye.
I felt nothing as she walked away, and tomorrow I would remember less of her than today.
The big thing was, you actually meant something to me, unlike the rest, but now...
You’ve left me here clutching my bleeding heart. I’m desperately applying pressure to keep me from falling apart.
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2006-10-17 07:39:46] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Empty Picture Frame
(User Rating: 1 ) by strawberryshortcake on
Tuesday, 17th October 2006 @ 01:39:41 PM AEST (User
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sounds like we have a lot in common.i'm the one who walked out of a bad thing. you're the one who got left in the dust by someone else. either way we both know how it feels to get burned. you have a great gift with words. and don't worry you can still pick yourself up off the floor.good job. |
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