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Holding arms with memories
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Holding arms with memories |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk 
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Holding arms with memories can’t let go of you Heaven danced upon your grave as ground below gave way And the devil’s violin began to play drawing me further into sorrow Moonlight reflects my saddened expressions Swayed to darkness lost in the light of thoughts Since the day you died been sitting by your graveside Drinking, many call drowned on the bottom of a bottle. Came to the place my life came to an end Call it the empty room of fears, two deaths in one You may have died alone that day but I tagged along with you. Why did I revisit that place some may say with two slit wrists story fell into place Flashes of you with smiles on your face Held in my hand a ring with words I never got to say. Brought back to the light voices of friends spoke Didn’t they know the white angel wanted me to go? With her smiles of joy and hope that drew me in Maybe it wasn’t my time to go time begins again. |
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Mr»ÄlleÿÇät Member
since 2001-06-02
Posts 190 |
A sad write and I feel your pain. Now I have to slap some sense into you. A bottle is not a place of peace, but the playground of the devil. |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
The thing about poetry noone really knows whether it is from personal experience or not..I'm not going to assume but I am going to say to even imagine something like this hurts...fact or fiction...unfortunately the pain is inevitable... If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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