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Lament to Love (or Lack Thereof)

Contributed by Kusko on Wednesday, 23rd June 2004 @ 01:30:41 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



All that
plays on the radio
are songs
about how deeply
a boy and a girl
can love
and how great it is.

And all my friends talk about
is what their boyfriend said
or why they love him so much.

And every time they say it,
I build another layer of bricks
around myself.

I hide myself from the world with my wall
but I can only build from the outside in
and the space inside gets ever smaller.

Now I can only stand
can't find a comfortable
way to stretch

This is what it means
to be uncomfortable
in one's own skin.

My room is too small

But no one wants to help me break free
from my cocoon of loneliness.

No one wants to tell me
what I'm doing wrong.

And why I don't get to go to Homecoming
with someone I love or even like.

Or why I don't go to the movies every weekend and wrap my arms around his neck.

Or why I
don't get
love songs
cooed into my ears.




Copyright © Kusko ... [ 2004-06-23 13:30:41]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Lament to Love (or Lack Thereof) (User Rating: 1 )
by yellow_sundragon on Wednesday, 23rd June 2004 @ 04:49:20 PM AEST
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He's out there.... he's just taking his own sweet time finding you... mayhaps he's lost?

*J*


Re: Lament to Love (or Lack Thereof) (User Rating: 1 )
by ExoticDreamer on Wednesday, 28th July 2004 @ 02:03:17 PM AEST
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When wanting so much is all you can hear... You have expressed what has and will happen at some point in everyone's life. Nicely presented with such truisms. Well done.




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