strands of existance, poems.... |
strands of existance, poems.... |
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![]() fell in love with a boy ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 523 Joined: May 2004 Member No: 16,965 ![]() |
Josh
Why can't I look you in the eye? What do I try to hide? Is there something no one knows about me? What is it I don't want you to see? Too many questions for my mind to comprehend never sleeping wanting questioning to end, I stare in my mirror rimmed with gold, searching for an answer on a face that looks so cold. These feelings won't leave me be. The lies keeping stirring leading back to me. I'm trying but I still feel incomplete Feel like I'm dieing and you refuse to hold me. I'll tell you everything I'll show you what I know But it won't be enough. Til it's over the answer is lost to you. Til I find it there can be nothing left to prove I won't hide, but it's what I want to do I'll stick it out because I know I love you.. |
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![]() fell in love with a boy ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 523 Joined: May 2004 Member No: 16,965 ![]() |
QUOTE(RiddleMeWonders @ Oct 17 2004, 2:20 PM) Getting There Since the moment I ran away I've looked back three times But I didn't want to say In a place where I never saw your face I fell asleep on a park bench last night But I woke up in a field of daisies Maybe I'm crazy I don't know but maybe I don't know where you are But I'll find you even if I don't have a car. So I edited it.. Made it better. Or perhaps worse... Still it NEEDS Some work. Thanks for the comment. It was appreciated. Getting There (Edited...Duh*) Since the moment I ran away I've looked back three times But I didn't want to stay In a place where I never saw your face I fell asleep on a park bench last night But I woke up in a field of daisies (this bit was added on just now, don't know if I like it or not..eh) I strayed away from my pillow of petals I counted clouds and heard distant cellos seventeen hours on my way Maybe I'll never find you but that's okay I'm in a paradise of glorious magic Sitting in a river of unpredictable habits Eating smores with dirt between my toes If I never find you then that's the way it goes. |
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