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my first one

PearlPearl Posts: 21
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
ziga

I ve been thinking about you
About all you said
How you blinded my eyes
And I think Im afraid
Of every little step
that Im going to do
Feeling this pain
Im so lost without you
And I wish I could scream
I wish I could run
Instead Im left here
with a bottle of rum.
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  • VedderGirl27VedderGirl27 Posts: 69
    Ah hell, been there, sweetie. All too recently. Very good poem.
    There was a whole inside his soul a manicure couldn't fill. So he found himself a whore to love while daisies choked in the windowsill. *JK*
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