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ArieltkeArieltke Posts: 17
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I’m not feeling closer to the prize at the end of the line or the end of the road.
Just another groggy morning with stained sheets and I can’t hold these memories
Shadows of you in my mind. There’s nowhere to run and no where to hide.

She’s a pretty girl – Or so I have been told.
I could care less with this void I can’t close.

She takes a ticket stub – I call out 32.
Crawls into my bed – Just a stranger passing through.

She’s a pretty girl – Or so I’ve been told.
To me another void. A hole I can’t close.

Not a second chance. The first participation. This weekend rejuvenation, is my emancipation.

She’s a pretty girl – She doesn’t deserve me.
Neither did 31.
Now I think you see.
It’s all about me.

She took my ticket stub and crawled into my bed.
Helped my stain my sheets
And now she’s in my head.
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Comments

  • violet rayviolet ray Posts: 502
    i like it

    i feel the emptiness in your words
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
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