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the cause

Contributed by rugby_player on Saturday, 19th June 2004 @ 12:01:41 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I see you everyday
You walk in and out of my life
Your words are like a dull knife
Cutting into my heart
Can't you see
See that you are the one
The one that drives me to drink
**** it, hopefully only 2 more
2 more bottles and i'll be dead
Out of your life
I ask one thing
That you continue to not think about me
Never did while i was breathing
Why the hell should it matter now?

I'm out of this life now
The smell of alcohol lingers around
Small glass chunks stuck in my back
Half a bottle of jack
Still stuck to my hand

They may say it was alcohol poisening
But you know the truth
It was
Well it was you!




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Re: the cause (User Rating: 1 )
by Living_In_My_Dream on Saturday, 19th June 2004 @ 12:08:17 AM AEST
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ok....I am being HONEST....I liked this poem...the one thing I did not like however was because you wrote it all based one one of the things I dont like you doing lol...but it was a great poem...just cut out the drinking...I dont like when you do it...well keep it up...hold your head up high...
much love,
Dani


Re: the cause (User Rating: 1 )
by holderofthestone on Saturday, 19th June 2004 @ 12:24:27 AM AEST
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this was great!!! I really like your angle on this write. very well written. A++++


Re: the cause (User Rating: 1 )
by Justalady on Saturday, 26th June 2004 @ 03:46:58 PM AEST
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Whew.... honest emotion and straight forward writing. At least you've said it like you feel it. Advice I cannot give, but I do know that a pen in hand is better than a bottle anyday. Chin up. I said, "Chin up!, not "bottles up." June




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