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Pocketbook picture
Contributed by
quilted_rag_doll
on
Saturday, 27th March 2004 @ 04:21:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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I sit all alone,
on this deserted street.
Leaning against a phone booth,
Starring at my feet.
Tears run down,
This dirty face.
Leaving a clearer path,
As i toy with my shoelace.
Carts full of garbage,
Pushed by the corner bumb.
The homeless crowded by fires,
While i remain numb.
Alone and without hope,
I think of what to do.
And i pull out my empty wallet,
And a pocket book picture of you.
I smile a secret smile,
As memories fill my head.
And think of all the times we had,
Before you ended up dead.
[...I miss you...]
Copyright ©
quilted_rag_doll
... [
2004-03-27 16:21:45] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Pocketbook picture
(User Rating: 1 ) by poet_of_anger on
Saturday, 27th March 2004 @ 04:38:18 PM AEST (User
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This is very good, i can feel your emotions that are in this. Good write. |
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