My bedroom, by My_pain_your_thrill Subscribe to rss feed for My_pain_your_thrill

..This isn't really a poem, just a thought..

All the things we couldn't afford,
From the baby born,
The pram, the car,
And I should hate you,
I really should,
But I don't,
Because I'm still desperatley, 
Holding on,
To the dream that one day,
You will know,
What colour my bedroom is...


~For my mum..
Posted: 2006-01-10 19:25:48 UTC

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2006-03-29 15:53:35lost the lonely dead
know how it feels