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Twaddle
written by Trapezium07:53 PM 11/12/04I was in the driving seat,
Finally something going right,
Happy as a sun lark,
As it takes off on it's flight.
The control didn't last long,
I fell and broke down,
Waking up,
Lying in a tear-stained gown.
Wind flying through my hair,
Where the hell was I going,
I didn't have a clue,
No one was knowing.
Just walking around in circles,
Two villages on,
There was actually I chance to die,
A chance I could have gone.
And hell I didn't take that chance,
But I tried to say goodbye tonight,
I realised how much you meant,
When I listened to your cries.
A phonecall starting in tears,
Soon changed into something nice,
A few minutes together,
And I'm rescued from this vice.
Do you realise how much you mean,
How much those eyes reflect,
How many memories I enjoy,
From the short time that I respect. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Shit poem, makes no sense. 1st 2 stanzas are twaddles, next 2 were about once I spent the night 2 villages away on the street, last 3 are about alicia.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by melons (11-12-2004 - 08:00 PM)
| nice poem babe they dont have to b about me yah no ...:) |
by dacode05 (11-13-2004 - 09:11 AM)
| it's like one hell of a dream...(it works...great as usual) |
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