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Broken Hearted Snowstorm

Contributed by ChristopherFriedrich on Saturday, 3rd May 2003 @ 08:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems



One heart became two syllables in three minutes(BROKEN)
One parts and the other is left in silence(UNSPOKEN)
Taken over from a fallen past time; he has failed
Built a bridge, and she burned it down; couldn't last forever
Followed the dreams, and forgot the nightmares; that's the best prescription
Doctors only worried, because drugs could do no more harm than a knife
Left with an empty bank, a palm tree, and a frozen popsicle
And an alarm clock that never made it past 3:30
So she slept forever, and sleep was her only passion
Bleeding eyes won't stop her eyes from shutting this time
Summer was always her favorite season, but this time, it's winter
Frost on her pipes and only cold air to breathe
She lost all her power to burn a bridge, or anything
The heater has malfunctioned, and her parents live far away
No one to turn to, except for her five dollar microwave
Or here oft-broken oven, which could barely cook soup
Heating up the house with a microwave and an oven
She mopes around living silent and broken
Living in Florida, she could only imagine the warmth of Canada
She would never survive in Toronto, because she ate eggs for breakfast
Syrup was against her religion; She didn't even use it when she had a cough
And maybe this is why her health was at an all time low
But she constantly blamed it on God and the weather
She often thought about moving to the Sahara
She knew there would be at least SOME heat there
But maybe it was all a myth, for she had never been there
She had never been to any desert, for that matter
But she often heard of the droughts and heatwaves associated with one
She decided that if she ever won the lottery, that'd be the first place she went
And tonight, her dreams are about to come true




Copyright © ChristopherFriedrich ... [ 2003-05-03 08:05:00]
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Re: Broken Hearted Snowstorm (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Saturday, 3rd May 2003 @ 08:34:25 AM AEST
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I like this... your title is awesome and you mentioned Toronto, lol. I'm curious as to why:

"She would never survive in Toronto, because she ate eggs for breakfast" hehe.

Great write!! :)




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