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Listen... This Is For You (Mom)
Contributed by
Lexybabii26
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Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 03:54:13 PM in AEST
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oops
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Here I stand,
Not knowing what to do.
Should I follow my dreams,
Or choose to fail.
Either one,
I still lose.
As the days past,
I wonder when I'll be let out of this hell hole.
As the days past,
I wonder when I'll be set free.
For now, I'm alone, not knowing what to do.
You don't care,
Neither do I!
I want to talk to you,
Women to women.
Set things right.
You rather not listen though,
I rather not speak.
I've given up on life,
For mine is no good.
Don't tell me that mine is better than yours,
When it's not.
Don't tell me anything.
I rather sit here and rot.
Watch the days go by.
I'll cry, just like before.
Maybe then you'll here my screams,
And maybe unlock my bedroom door.
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Re: Listen... This Is For You (Mom)
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by Kiira on
Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 04:06:04 PM AEST
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Words cannot express how much we are alike. I feel the EXACT same way about my mom....the exact same way. This poem was straight from the heart....I can tell.
~Kiira~ |
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Re: Listen... This Is For You (Mom)
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by Archie on
Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 05:12:46 PM AEST
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| This brings back memories in a way of my own childhood. My heart goes out to you for writin a very riveting poem. |
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Re: Listen... This Is For You (Mom)
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by kitty_express2001 on
Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 09:17:56 PM AEST
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| this is a really sad poem... are you really locked up in your bedroom for real without food and water? |
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