imitation of pain, by look how pretty she is when she falls down...
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Just another day.
It's raining outside.
Did you ever stop to feel the raindrops sliding down your
face?
Like false tears, they run.
Do you understand the pain?
The breeze picks up and sweeps your hair in a tangled
array.
And the rain pelts into your skin relentlessly.
But than the wind dies down.
And the rain yet again runs down your face softly.
Imitation tears.
Imitation pain.
Was yours real to begin with?
::theres this chic i know (dislike strongly) who fakes
depression and well this started out about me but somehow
twisted a bit.. but whatever hardley anyone understands my
writting:: |
| Posted: 2005-10-15 19:13:05 UTC |
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| 2005-10-17 01:58:50 | sweetsarcasm |
| i like this poem. it reminds me of a certain someone i know who didnt know if what she was going through was real or not and always compared her life to those whose life were worse.
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| 2005-10-18 19:50:40 | ~*PuRely*DeVine*~ |
| its understandable to me...you are like me with your writings...start off talking about one thing and end up in something else...i really enjoyed this poem...because many people have imitation tears... or as i like to call them 'rain drops of sympathy' |