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Shards of Withered Happiness
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Shards of Withered Happiness |
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Lovesick_Proletariat Junior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 11 |
Shards of Withered Happiness by the Lovesick Proletariat heres a crappy poem i wrote about my crappy life. enjoy. I I am alive, But im not living, Empty and jaded, with naught to be giving, I sit all day in misery Dying from what i cannot see, Thinking of what i cannot be II The story recalled unfolds in my brain Its honesty scalds Till i feel im insane III I love her more than anything Forever; till i can no longer sing I will always love her like i did in 6th grade though the trouble id stir made me from comfort forbade I thought of her And Her angelic soul Made me lose control, Her shimmering eyes I would drown inside, Till i could think of nothing more than how i stink at my very core IV Inferior to the angel i love, Withering from every shove Wanting to die I can only cry My wings are broken So i cant fly Seeing now there is no token That she ever loved me |
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Toddles Member
since 2000-07-24
Posts 396New Orleans, Louisiana |
Sad but honest look at affections that aren't mutually shared, enjoyed this poem!!! |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
Welcome to Passions! This aches...and sounds very familiar, my hope is that you can find healing within your writing as so many do...You opened a piece of your broken heart and let it bleed poetry...many thanks~ |
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linda munday Member
since 2000-06-17
Posts 315Adelaide, Australia |
Hi there, Nice to see you and meet your heart through your poetry. I hope you give us more of your poems to read soon, because I really enjoyed this one. Thank you. Linda M. |
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Lovesick_Proletariat Junior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 11 |
ok...thanx. |
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