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Novel
Contributed by
April90
on
Monday, 22nd September 2008 @ 09:08:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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This open book without an ending
Is everything my life reminds of.
You, shallow souls, were just pretending -
You're out of touch, I'm out of mind now.
I was a slave of my devotion,
A pillow for your worthless tears,
And you just played with my emotions,
Then in a moment disappeared.
I gave you all my heart to treasure -
You marked it with your footprints, dirty.
But it's your loss that can't be measured,
And nevermore your lies will hurt me!
The novel is waiting for your ending,
Fresh rumors - what is more exciting?
I'll laugh at you and keep pretending
I can't make out your handwriting.
Copyright ©
April90
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2008-09-22 21:08:22] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Novel
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 18th February 2009 @ 04:45:38 AM AEST (User
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Wow, you really dish it out in this one. This is dripping with a fierce wrath!!! I cannot believe there are no comments on this. I found the emotion in this very..uh....real for crying out loud. Really, an awesome write!!!
*applauds*
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