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alone on the doorsteps

Contributed by dantoad on Thursday, 5th December 2002 @ 03:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

the world acted very cruel to me
fate has been a real pain
to bear through all i have been through
and getting through the rain

butterfly says she is through it
before i was there
he walked up to me in my dreams
and slapped me, pulled my hair

he found another girl
but i guess he can't see
there is no one alive
that is better than me

no one who has a body like mine
hair that flows like liquid gold
i would've given anything
if only he had told

i wanted to know who she was
who had beaten me in his game
i could've laughed at his choice of girl
or hung my head in shame

but instead the question lingers
hanging in the air
and i scream in my heart
why does life have to be so unfair?

i am beautiful, right?
i am fun, i am nice
wanted you, loved you
was your sugar and spice

how does one girl take from me what i had a week ago?
how does she steal it away?
i thought i heard you calling
but that was too many yesterdays

no one knows what he said
but they will find out soon enough
maybe i am hoping he'll come back
life can be so rough

now i guess i get to go out
and because i didn't cry
i now have to find myself
another decent guy.

so long, i guess, its over.
(" yes, it is "says he)

Copyright © dantoad ... [ 2002-12-05 03:40:00]
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Re: alone on the doorsteps (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Thursday, 5th December 2002 @ 09:19:03 AM AEST
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I don't understand people today in this world, they aren't ever happy with what they have...and they tire so easily of the love that stands right in front of them....it's real sad...it's a sad world we live in...thanks for sharing this one i enjoyed it alot...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.

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