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dying in my bed
Contributed by
kori31
on
Monday, 9th August 2004 @ 08:34:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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I lie exhausted
a million words rolling through my head
each inspirational begining without an end
dying in my bed
the flame is barely lit
the drive is all but gone
my pen and pad so near
but i'd rather sing a song
the words seem to flee too quickly
I used to chase them down
now the effort seems too great
and i don't care somehow
fear is taking over
where did the passion go?
when writing was a drug
and I couldn't wait to get home-
to grab my pen and pad
and let my emotions go
the thrill within the heartache
watching each line flow
don't think most can comprehend
what it means to write
to have such a strong emotion
pull you out of bed at night
I'd finish every line
no matter how long it took
the passion was within me
and I didn't even have to look
too much time passes now
between each line I write
hopelessly searching for inspiration
dying in my bed tonight
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kori31
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2004-08-09 20:34:59] (Date/Time posted on
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