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cold, played
Contributed by
poeticjestix
on
Friday, 9th December 2011 @ 10:35:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I stand outside your door, with cold regards
as hard rain fails to wash away the pain
logic once great, spills out on bloodied shards
I spit insults, yet love you, but in vain
next door, the curtains edged out nice and slow
no doubt they laugh at us and our collapse
a bloke from up the street fancies a go
He likes you, hates me.Tough, now backed by chaps
I look toward the stars that we once knew
the door is forced ajar, my heart awakes
unkind, comfort is lost, you say we're through
judgment unleashed on me and my mistakes
you watch me bleed, collapsed upon my sword
love won't return, he smiles. I guess you're bored.
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poeticjestix
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2011-12-09 10:35:17] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: cold, played
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Friday, 9th December 2011 @ 08:36:31 PM AEST (User
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I enjoyed this its vivid.
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