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All we have left

Contributed by emokid on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 06:50:43 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Another night spent all alone
Another night spent to drinking
And Its breaking my heart and bone
I want you by my side and dreaming
All these nights alone are breaking me
I’m down to my last desperate attempt
So drunk, so broken that I can’t see
All I have left is this drunken contempt

C) These broken lives are all we have left,
But I want to know is mine worth keeping?
I’m sorry for the alcohol on my breath.
You break down in your room weeping.
Why do we continually lead broken lives?
How can you see right through me?
How do we get back the things called lives?
All we have left are these broken lives and the sea.

She’s up in her room and crying again
I want to give her a good excuse for me
I never meant to cause her this much pain
I never meant for it to come down to you and me
but I guess the best laid plans of mice and men
never do really pan out in the end at least for us
Well you need some time for your heart to mend
and I need some time to learn to kill the lust

C)

What more can I say than I’m sorry
I guess you can blame it all on me
and There’s no need to really worry
But lets not waste time blaming it on the sea
I think I failed you once again
I never get anything right anymore
Why do I end up causing us so much pain
How come I always wake up so sore

Copyright Â© emokid ... [ 2005-05-20 18:50:43]
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Re: All we have left (User Rating: 1 )
by Quilted_rag_doll on Saturday, 21st May 2005 @ 09:58:10 PM AEST
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I guess the best laid plans of mice and men
never do really pan out in the end

good lines...i like them...okays poem...

Auryn

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