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Unsure Ending
Contributed by
Fairy
on
Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 11:48:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Hurting, falling so fast.
Grip is never tight enough
Or seams always split
Glue and string won’t attempt to hold my contents.
Wood’s broken, metal’s bent.
Nothing can stop/refrain what’s destined to be.
Doesn’t matter too much what happens in-between.
Memory is a blur,
Jumbled with fiction, lies, and dreams.
Clouds pouring down upon my soul;
Rain falls constantly,
Thunder is attuned with the beat of my breaking heart,
Lightening grows from forgotten anger way inside.
Bottle’s empty and I’m still feeling it all.
The storm’s just beginning
It’ll be awhile cause it’s not passing over
Here to stay.
Sadness and confusion
Never left me alone-what a lie.
Nothing more to you than a soul to empty
I’m hollow and you’ve moved on.
Not sure I’m rechargeable but we’ll see what you do next
Doubt this storm will end
It’s eternal, comes from within
Tormenting whispers
And you said it would last
dedicated to all the people who lie..
Copyright ©
Fairy
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2004-08-25 11:48:50]
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Re: Unsure Ending
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by artostuff on
Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 12:31:22 PM AEST
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| I like this. Good write, nice imagery. |
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Re: Unsure Ending
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by Essentially9 on
Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 10:26:30 PM AEST
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| i loved this write. keep up the excellent work. hardhitting, powerful, and amazing. hrm i think this is dedicated to everyone then =] |
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