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Lonely Christmas
written by Morbid Angel02:29 PM 12/12/04It's coming up to Christmas now,
This year has gone so fast,
I'm sure that I will make it out,
This Christmas won't be my last
When I was a little girl,
Bright blue eyes and little curls,
Christmas meant so much to me,
The lights, the family, the christmas tree...
Last year I felt so on my own,
Just waiting for it to end,
No friends, no family on the phone,
Just the presents that they send.
When I was a little girl,
Bright blue eyes and little curls,
Christmas meant so much to me,
The lights, the family, the christmas tree...
It's like the tried to get rid of me,
By sending me presents,
They can live happily,
Without any thought, without any questions
When I was a little girl,
Bright blue eyes and little curls,
Christmas meant so much to me,
The lights, the family, the christmas tree...
The twinkly lights and christmas pudding,
Sadness and tears of a painful past,
All of this accounts for nothing,
So many years, this won't be my last.
When I was a little girl,
Bright blue eyes and little curls,
Christmas meant so much to me,
The lights, the family, the christmas tree... |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
As it's closer to christmas I thought I'd delete the old one and re-submit it.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by punk_buddy_frooly_tube (12-12-2004 - 05:38 PM)
| thats really good! why do u hate her. alex. why.U2U me, my name is chris |
by Morbid Angel (12-12-2004 - 06:20 PM)
| I hate her because she was always an attention seeker, and she done alot to a good friend of mine. I don't like to see anybody die for any reason, but I don't believe she'd do it personally. |
by Trapezium (12-12-2004 - 07:03 PM)
| Oh so you're Chris? *laughs* |
by Morbid Angel (12-12-2004 - 07:08 PM)
| Apparently he found her dead. |
by Trapezium (12-12-2004 - 07:15 PM)
| Ok let me get this straight. Alex is in England for two weeks. Then she's on the computer, talking to Niki (acoustic_shadow) and I, with momo, chris and momo's freind. Then a few days into the "vacation" she's found dead in her house. Also has, 4 different perspective's on things from the one person. |
by Morbid Angel (12-12-2004 - 07:34 PM)
| I read his poems and thats what they said. He went in, saw her dead with blood coming from her eyes or something and drove her to hospital. |
by peach_goddess (12-17-2004 - 06:54 PM)
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