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Left My Eyes in that Pillow Fort

Contributed by asschinann on Monday, 6th May 2013 @ 01:02:13 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Sometimes I try to look inside
To trace back to that day I died
When innocence left and dark creeped in
And left me here in my own sin
This lonely place I sit and wait
Thinking of him its me I hate

What feels like forever who knows how long
To love your core but hate your song

But its not just me it's this whole town
We're numb, we're lost, we are unsure
if this new chapter is obscure
Or maybe it's just our mind
Trying to say to look behind
That wonderful world we all once knew
Love it, lift it to the sky
Hold it tight don't say goodbye
For its all each of us has in that
Beautiful, perfection pool we've trapped
For what is up ahead to come
No matter how good or bad
Will be nothing like what we've had
For we have grown, we've changed and learned
Our adolesence we have burned
This life is now a pile of webs
As they come together we feel dead
Never to feel a new perfection
Try and try to but resurection
Is just a dream
A dead yearning
A pointless bit, a last cry for soul
An illusion that eases our blistering fate
To wander lost until we die of hate




Copyright © asschinann ... [ 2013-05-06 01:02:13]
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Re: Left My Eyes in that Pillow Fort (User Rating: 1 )
by Helenesovig on Monday, 6th May 2013 @ 06:53:47 AM AEST
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That was very beautiful. Very dark and still with a glimpse of hopefulness hmm... I don´t know, but I thought it was great!


Re: Left My Eyes in that Pillow Fort (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Monday, 6th May 2013 @ 02:56:16 PM AEST
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very expressive and heart felt.. enjoyed this write

Jennittude




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