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The Sad Thing Is

Contributed by Doriens_Picture on Thursday, 5th August 2004 @ 12:45:52 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



He lives in his own world
Four walls a window a door
His guitar and pen his only friends
He pours his heart out into paper
Words spilling out from his mouth
Into lyrics in ink onto paper
He has so much love inside him
And no one the share it with
He is a genius and a charmer
But he is still so alone
He hates himself so all he does
Is sit and watch the rain
Streaming down his window
As his tears fall burning holes
Into the thin white layers of his life

It is a stormy night outside
And she’s in the open
With streams of black
Running down her face
She has been crying and
Cannot stop and she’s left
Not being able to tell
Her tears from the rain
She’s home at last
It is four o clock
However, not all is well
She has returned form another fight
And another brake up
She is torn apart and asking why
She can’t keep her life
From falling apart around her
But there’s no real answer
All she need is some to love her
And make her feel love
Someone to tell her that’s she is
All these great things
But no one dose

The sad thing is
That these two will
Never meet




Copyright © Doriens_Picture ... [ 2004-08-05 00:45:52]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Sad Thing Is (User Rating: 1 )
by TheSchroedmeister on Thursday, 5th August 2004 @ 01:02:07 AM AEST
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A modern day Eleanor Rigby

Classy poem, i enjoyed it


Re: The Sad Thing Is (User Rating: 1 )
by silent_wolf_tear on Thursday, 5th August 2004 @ 01:56:17 AM AEST
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Not bad at all!!! i really liked this poem it's awsome good job ~silent_wolf_tear




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