tear stained pillows again

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By Finding Myself♥♥ •

my tear-stained pillows, such vile things did haunt me ounce, and have come again. before him, now after, that's how i will think, before him, i was lonely, and after the same. but with him i was happy, full of life, full of joy, those times are now over, i'm back to the board. i can't come up with anything, that will change my dipression, he and only he is what had stopped it best. i miss him, but can't change what i've done, i've lost him forever, and now i must run. my tear-stained pillows, such vile things, did haunt me before him, and without him they've came again.

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September 24, 2005 07:22ill haven

tear-stained*
vial? isn't that a glass? ;)
once*
dipress isn't a word
tear-stained* pillows
oh, you mean VILE* intstead of vial

they've come* again

i like this poem. once again, i love repetition.

September 24, 2005 22:18waterlily

i hate my pillows being soaked also..

July 16, 2011 14:52Joseph Genovesi

try setting this to music?