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Bullets Kissing Death

Contributed by frmpoison2static on Wednesday, 14th July 2004 @ 07:05:02 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

this sky is busy making its plans, and im here busy missing you so bad, i can still hear her voice calling out my name. this time its taking its strain on this wine, fermenting, its not tasting like it should, but you cant go wrong with love. yeah with love, and i can still hear her voice calling out my name. you are me, like sex is like drugs, and like bullets kissing death inside of this cutting room floor. sing me to sleep, tender like the sound of violin players, ***** it.. lets just forget who we are, and ***** it..lets just forget about who we used to be. i need this so, and this time is making frustration in my arms.

this is not what i expected to find, colors so ordinary, this white, this bleach on my shirt. my eyes are fixated on you.

sometimes i feel as if i can grab all the stars, this is more than un-believable. i could die tomorrow and be where i can not feel this or anything at all. void this sorry time away, im beginning to feel as if im losing, losing this game. i throw myself againt the wall, drink what alkohol i have left just to make this pain kill me even more. youll see my lying on the floor, i wrote these thoughts that linger in my broken mind, choking on lonliness, wheres that call?, im expecting to see you tonight at 7:30, i swear if i dont this time, im gonna pass myself away again. its what you want, no there is no more time to mess around. but at least the river keeps flowing with its ice cold water.

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Re: Bullets Kissing Death (User Rating: 1 )
by apollo on Wednesday, 14th July 2004 @ 07:46:59 PM AEST
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wow. i hope this is merely just expression. i hope you really dont want to give up because somebody does not call you. i know what you mean though, believe me. i know that sometimes you count on people to be there for you and you swear that if they arent there for you then nobody is, but believe me, someone is there.

brandon

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