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Dying to be old

Contributed by iodinelove on Saturday, 19th February 2005 @ 02:55:19 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Why do I bother with this? With any of this?

Every day I look out my window and I see a world full of pain.
A world full of pain and anger, disease and death.
Every day I open my love.
I open my love and my love is my fingers
my love is a weak hope
trying to swallow the sea.

My life is full of fear.
I am afraid.
I sleep and I do not think
I forget and I am afraid.

I cannot remember a day in my life
that I actually loved anyone but myself.

All I see in all of my mirrors
Is a young man dying to be old
All I see is an unsure face
Two tired eyes
weathered from tears.

All i do i do for myself.

My whole life I have lived unchanged.
I have never felt sorry for anything
that i've done.

I am selfish, arrogant and cold.

I destroy my own life
to pity myself.

To feel.

To feel
I drone on and on
about some empty love
that I pretend to love

how I miss her so much.
I miss nothing but the feeling.
I miss nothing but the salt and sweat
of her lips or her thighs.

And now,
now I am alone.
I am alone because of what I've done
what i've done inside
because I did not love
because I did not want to love.

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2005-02-19 02:55:19]
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Re: Dying to be old (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 25th February 2005 @ 03:04:07 AM AEST
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I can relate to this in a big way.
Awesome.
luv, huggs, smiles,
emy

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