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Friday, November 2, 2007
Headaches...
Hey, my fellow pixel-whores/MyO dwellers. How y'all doing?
Anyway, I is back. And I is back with emo poetry which I wrote a long, long, long time ago. As in, all the way back in October of this year. Enjoy.
So how many decades do you suppose it would take to make this okay?
How many decades do you suppose it would take to make us something worth mentioning?
Every morning I wake, every dawning breath I take, I know what's coming and I know perfectly well what will never come of it.
"Twinkle, twinkle little star" ? Oh, no, no, you had your shining time.
Now you're just a victim of your own thunder.
And your eyes are so unalive.
But your smile always brings me back to life.
You wanted drop-dead gorgeous.
So drop dead, gorgeous.
And there's also another one I wrote more recently. And, yes, I know you're all sick of this emo unrequited love bullshit, but that's all I got right now. Sorry.
Hello, hello?
Can you hear us now?
Is this signal coming in clear?
If so, we interrupt the staring of your bed-room eyes at the bed-room-sent resident that you hope to God is bed-room-ready to bring you an exclusive message from the bed-room-poet you always tried to avoid.
"You compliment, you contradict, you swirl, you twirl, you make me sick."
So yeah, same old, same old.
Bringing roses?
No, you're too busy wearing velvet and hiding behind revolvers.
(Which reminds me: have you gone deaf from the gun-fire yet?)
And I've got my panic attacks and you've got your fall outs.
So, once again, we're even.
But for some reason we both still feel like the victim.
Well, I may have triggered the mutual pain, but you're the one who made the boundries wane in the first place.
Anyway, that's all I got right now, so I guess I'll see y'all later.~Shadowme
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