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Dark Poetry #4

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baseballpoet
Junior Member

since 2003-10-20

Posts 36

0 posted 2003-10-20 02:10 PM

As I sit alone I wonder, what am I fighting for?
What am I writing for?
And as I babble on about lost love and pain,
I begin to see my life's become a waste,
and I don't like this feeling.

I've been moving in circles, going nowhere fast;
all I can do is blame the past.
You and me we fit perfectly, but it was all an illusion,
that uncanny fusion between your heart and mine.
Now all I have is all of this time...

3 in the morning and I'm listening to the snoring
of the one who does nothing but kill me
everytime she speaks.

Asian Rain
Member

since 2003-10-11

Posts 73

1 posted 2003-10-21 11:15 AM

3 in the morning poems are often so full of the pain that hide in the shadow's keep. Very expressive write!

Asia

freckles
Member

since 2000-02-12

Posts 160
Virginia USA

2 posted 2003-10-22 12:18 PM

When was it we met, and I told you my life's story? This one hit home. Thanks for the read.

"Unto thine own self be true, and it must follow as the night, the day; thou cans't not be false to any man."---Shakespeare

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