12-24-2007, 08:27 PM
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Posts: 14
Join Date: Jul 2007
Location: Tucson, AZ
Age: 15
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More Than a Friend
More than a friend
You told me that you love me you even held my hand But except for stone, I know the promises are set in sand Like A Soldier standing on guard now I grip My sword and blade fighting for someting I'll never get Or something that can't be remade the glass is broken faster into a parade of a million shards You can hear the drummer boy playing But the beat isn't too hard Like the beet of my dying heart It slowly fades away Like the voices of the evening Or the shadows of the day I'll die alone, Live not to long Like the clock, it's ticking fast But with each passing moment is another not going to last And now I'm closing up inside Never to open up again I'll never trust the one person I used to be able to call, "More than a friend" This is a poem for who used to be a very special someone... You know who you are >=[ Emo_Lolly_Pops
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12-24-2007, 08:47 PM
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dying alone
Posts: 98
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: dying alone
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i thought you understood i would never tell you a lie i told you the bible of my heart but no i feel like i will die but even though you now hate me i can still tell of my love but no longer it resides in the the winds blowing in the blooming meadow of my heart but now as a cold draft in the catacombs of my future mortuary screaming and turning in my coffin of a time before my sweet noel i now lie in a pool of scarlet tears of shame and pain but i now qwarry with myself in regret and question if they flowed enough for you or even if they flowed for you at all but i promised myself long ago that i wont die for the cause of myself and nor of those who dont need me even if i visit hell early i always came to you but i know there are others who love better than myself and others who love better than you i reside not in my coffin for you anymore but now i reside in a wind in the palace of paradice for me to work into for others rot with mahogany wood if you wish but i shall live on to tell a legacy i tell you one last goodbye before i die for others sins once again i love you in my dying breath but i pity you in new life goodbye in both have no regrets my old love
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