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Sunday, April 17, 2005


   Kill Me Softly
I watch the doorway
As though he were there
I can barely even see him
I know he's here,but where?
Those crystaline blue eyes
A shy,nevous smile
Baggy shorts and shirts
That he clutters in a pile
A room,I see
This room is his
The lingering prescence
Of the one I miss
But where,I wonder
Does he stay?
Where does he hide
When he's away?
Did I push him
A little too far?
Why and how did he leave here?
By foot,by bus,by car?
Sitting on his bed,that I am
Clutching your hoody tight
I blink away my ice cold tears
And lie my head down for the night
The next morning
When I awake
I hope you will be here
Only you,not a fake
Take me into your arms,that you will
Lift me up to see you,oh how high
Tell me how you love me
And promise one last lie
You're here to stay...

Eh,I haven't been getting around to the sites..Sorry everyone.I'll visit everyone today,thats a promise.This poem SUX,yesh I know.But in my head I have been mixing words and emotions and I think soon I might actually write it down.But the idea of the poem,the object of these emotions..I know it wrong..eh,confusion.How are you people about Richard Marx? His Cd is awesome...nice thing to listen to late at night...I heard an extremely sad song yesterday called One Last Time..about a piolet who calls his wife as his plane is going down during 9/1 and saying his last goodbye.
But yesh,the horrid horrid life I lead is becoming annoying..eh,I need to sleep or something
*~Serenity~*

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