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On a Rooftop Underground
Contributed by
beefybeebuzz
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Wednesday, 12th March 2008 @ 01:34:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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when you see purple flowers
i see blood red
and when you say lively
i say dead
its not really my fault for trying
but its my fault for crying
i didnt mean to make you sad
and i hope that you dont think im bad
but although ive waited long
for the stairway out
i just wrote a song
to fill me up with doubt
the stairway shined, with all of its glory
but i ignored it, and wrote a story
and as i slept in that hole underground
the stairway began to make a sound
it kept me up, but soon grew faint
then i grabbed a brush, and began to paint
the stairway soon was gone
and i waited for the dawn
i loved the night, but lived in it forever
i longed for love, but wanted it never
i needed it not, but cared for it still
it was a force, to me, that was designed to kill
i had art, and literature to keep me well
and eventually, i had a story to tell
although the light shined through for me
it wasnt my time to go
there were shadows as far as i could see
and through all of which i wandered, i know
theres a room hidden somewhere
for me to find
and inside is a prayer
to save me from my mind
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2008-03-12 13:34:24] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: On a Rooftop Underground
(User Rating: 1 ) by Lady_Daisy on
Thursday, 13th March 2008 @ 04:53:53 PM AEST (User
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Please if you want to gain some respect use spell check. I say this in the nicest way possible. A lot of it does not make sense.
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