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Pain

Contributed by sasha on Friday, 5th February 2010 @ 02:08:00 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Should I stop writing him in these grey winter hours?
He calls my letters spun spiels as I bare my soul

Should I stop myself from telling him I love him?
He seems burdened I make him out into some god he knows

I wake up hearing him, to his mute pain and his madness
And then his skeptic thoughts stumble, my very existence mocked

The impossible love I created should have touched his soul
But he belongs to a world I don’t, horizons I could abandon

He needs me, he needs me not, petals in the wind
Causeway games, life played out, from invisible roads

Tired eyes from his sleepless nights burn my days in hell
And so I write him again, and again, rain on desert lives…




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Re: Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by laststarontheleft on Friday, 5th February 2010 @ 02:37:31 AM AEST
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What a fantastic read! I nlove the style.

He needs me, he needs me not, petals in the wind
Causeway games, life played out, from invisible roads

It's almost a little spooky! Thankyou...
Star x x x


Re: Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by Fuzzy on Friday, 5th February 2010 @ 05:48:33 AM AEST
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enjoyed this, like your style of writing well written

Take care
Fuzzy


Re: Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 5th February 2010 @ 06:44:00 AM AEST
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This was great! It reads smooth and the tone is quite eerie. Very well written.

duff


Re: Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by JakerBaker88 on Friday, 19th February 2010 @ 12:30:08 PM AEST
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Have you been reading my mind? Yeah, I wish I could say I couldn't relate, but I can. Wonderful poem though. I hope it works out for you and your special someone too. Also, never stop writing! You have quite a talent for it. Take care.




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