Last will and testament of the girl sleeping in the seat beside, by Loneliness is condescending
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Hours pass………. Words are missing
Sound of static radio…. Hopes are dying
Lets keep the silence between….. Lies are slipping
Searching for the call ….. Dreams are breaking
Hours in the moments …. Grace is Fleeting
Each second playing the demon of her savior
Bouncing Curls … Youth is lying
Flushing cheeks…. You are losing
With nothing else to say …. Time is praying
A mocking silent laughter… You are seeing
The grip is fading ….. Heart is hating
Last of your God clutched to your chest
She found herself Alone
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Posted: 2006-03-12 07:27:01 UTC |
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2006-03-13 19:30:50 | lost the lonely dead |
im still not sure how to react or respond to this one, sorry for such lame feedback |
2006-03-24 21:16:40 | ~*PuRely*DeVine*~ |
i really honestly loved this poem..it hit me deep for some reason |