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*(Paint an image of something perfect)*
written by Open_Until_4Am01:43 AM 11/30/04For every bullet in this gun.
It's just another second to have fun.
For every tear I ever cried over you.
There's a river full of pain.
For every second I watch the clock tic by.
Was nothing more, but another chance to say good bye.
I'm so tired of feeling down.
So tired of not being needed.
All I wanted was for him to love me.
Where does the pain end for me?
What will life give me in the end of it all?
I can't stop it now.
No matter what no one can save me.
No matter what no body needs me.
See there is no point in trying to live on.
Oh but if it makes you happy I'll smile all day long.
I won't show anything.
Paint an image of some perfect.
You let the water run.
You need to see that what you had along was ruined from the start.
A perfect girl with more problems then anyone.
Her eyeliner always runs down the face of her.
She never gets to be happy.
For she always lie in space.
Put the gun to her head.
What a rush to her.
It's just some more fun.
Watch her tears run dry as she looks to the sun. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Never again. I don't like this one. Tell me if anyone thinks different!
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| » Comments / Feedback | by pulse_ofthe_maggots (11-30-2004 - 01:46 AM)
| i like it :D sure you could change a few things but all in all i do like it
*~nicole~* |
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