08-15-2003, 07:12 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Location: Charleston, SC
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Let me be
Still sitting here and listening
To what was once my life This song that once was ours Like a twisting knife Even to this day Just hearing your voice Tears open that hole in my heart The one I thought I healed I wish you would stop lingering In my thoughts In my mind I wish you would take those six years Erase them from time I think of every second You were a part of me I wish that every second I could now be set free From the memories That never seem to give up Adding to my grief I want to ask you why I want to know what broke inside Why you felt the need to lie I want to take every ounce of pain Inject it in your heart A place you can't ever let go Somewhere you can't hide Your whole life you will sit and wonder How it is that you could let me go You had it all in front of you Shame you didn't know Now it is to late to reach over And slide your hand into mine Someone else is sitting here Someone else is at my side Leave me go and set me free Don't come calling Don't remind me Don't bring back the past to kill my joy So many years of pain I spent on you Leave me alone Let me be |
08-16-2003, 11:36 PM | #2 (permalink) |
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Location: The one state that doesn't have black outs: TEXAS BABY!!!
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Reading through that I started to feel all sad, but then when I got to the end, I noticed that your sig rhymed with the last part of your poem. I'm sorry, but that made me LOL.
Your poem is really heart-felt though. Sounds like a true story or something. Is it a true story? |
08-18-2003, 05:43 PM | #5 (permalink) |
TFPer formaly known as Chauncey
Location: North East
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Yea, I really enjoyed that it was a real plea.
I dug it man- It was just one of those pieces that wound up being very well balanced and moving. Its a touch of your talents from inside.
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04-06-2004, 08:02 AM | #7 (permalink) |
Psycho
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Like a knife. I loved it, thank you
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04-09-2004, 02:31 PM | #8 (permalink) |
Oh dear God he breeded
Location: Arizona
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Blood. ::looks at chest:: My blood....
In other words, "Ouch!". Very nicely done. Keep posting.
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04-10-2004, 10:33 PM | #9 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: Land of milk and honey - Wisconsin
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"I want to ask you why
I want to know what broke inside Why you felt the need to lie" I found this particular set of verse to be incredibly well balanced and rhymed. The rhythm flows *just right*. I love the imagery of "what broke inside".
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