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fuck.

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited May 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
she needs him now
but he's gone
the tears stain her cheeks
and she thinks of other things
she needs him now
but stays silent
she can amuse herself
surely she can
she needs him now
but he's gone
she thinks of other things
.....she's gone.

:(
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    that feeling sucks.
    thanks for sharing this one cate.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • The ChampThe Champ Posts: 4,063
    as she left
    a while back
    without a thought
    or bags to drag
    just emptiness
    and dead anger
    we made up
    one afternoon
    for a smile
    before the end
    or just as
    'I want to hurry home to you
    put on a slow, dumb show for you
    and crack you up
    so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
    god I'm very, very frightening
    and I'll overdo it'
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