Last will and testament of the girl sleeping in the seat beside, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

            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
Posted: 2006-03-12 07:27:01 UTC

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2006-03-13 19:30:50lost 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