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 Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 4:34 pm
Bittersweet Fantasy
By~Me
Sometimes I wonder why I'd rather be free
Then I remember the way you talk to me
Oh how I wish to say, "Shut up dear"
I haven't slept in a year
Violent thoughts in my mind because of all the pressure
God help you if we were to go near a wheat thresher
When I think of you my stomach overflows with rage
But a different feeling from the beating object in my ribcage
Left alone in my room
Thinking of you here in gloom
And deep thoughts I ponder
Then this question I dare to wander
If you were to die
Would I even cry?
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 5:31 pm
O_O ....do we need to sit and have a talk? lol JK Your poem is pretty good, I can get the idea of what's going on. I wonder if it's from personal experience, I love reading true stories. 4laugh
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