Open Poetry #37 |
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The Fallen |
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UniqueFreak Member
since 2004-01-09
Posts 62Scotland ![]() |
The Fallen It's midnight every minute, as i wait for each new day. Hoping something wonderful, is going to come my way. But tomorrow never comes, and disappointment takes it's toll. Midnight's getting darker, and it's smothering my soul. I surrender to a jaded heart, it reaps of pain unkown. Not knowing why it's all so wrong, or why im so alone. Take this white flag from me, before it catches the breeze. Dont let me raise it above my head, as i fall here on my knees. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
The feeling is so dismal Stepanie. Well written. |
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UniqueFreak Member
since 2004-01-09
Posts 62Scotland |
thanks for feedback! |
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