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clumsy Member
since 2002-10-10
Posts 106canada. |
i wrote a poem last night while laying in bed once again tonight, not sleeping but thinking of you. and of the past. (it's 12am, and where are you?) and yesterday i sat in guitar class hugging the guitar and playing you had time trying not to let the tears come. and nobody suspects when i'm going to break only i can know that for sure, for sure. and she's so beautiful, why would she still want me? i'm not perfect and i don't wish to be, perfection is a flaw in itself i am this, dark sharp knife digging into somebody's skin. i want that skin to be mine. but, no, i had to promise. and please know that, i don't break promise's, so maybe i'll drink my way out of today swallow tylenol to make it out of today, just enough. so i can't feel a thing. just enough, to make me enough? and it's too early. i should just sleep. but i'll think of your soft lips instead. |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Wow! This is incredible. I felt every word. A great write. |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
excellent. right there with you. |
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