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Post by Sunborn on Dec 20, 2004 16:25:52 GMT -5
The blazing core of a gentle touch has a place well hidden inside my gaze. I am trying to look away and avoid your lips. Avoid touching them with mine. Avoid ending my suffering of not knowing what sort of thoughts are running inside your mind that very moment. One by one my fears are slapping me. My face is wet with all the pain I so eagerly try to push away.
Even the rain betrays me.
I am to leave that moment behind. You played and I lost. Tears will now wet my pillow. My girly figure will cause my anger whenever I stare at it inside the mirror and start to ache. I will now write poems to wash away the words I never shared with you under the streetlight. The lyrics of songs will now echo my guilt. Lines of drawings will merge into figures of shapeless emotions I never had the courage to reveal with that gaze. The gaze I've wasted. The game I've lost.
Now, the road back home is lonely, empty and dark.
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Pretty Pretty Vacant
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Post by Pretty Pretty Vacant on Dec 20, 2004 16:53:14 GMT -5
That's very pretty, in a somber way.
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Post by Sunborn on Dec 20, 2004 17:03:02 GMT -5
thanks Marie but...
I hate pretty. I hate the way I feel right now. It's so girly and human. I hate it.
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Leni
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Post by Leni on Dec 21, 2004 5:04:16 GMT -5
Those words are so powerful. You made me understand how you feel. Thank you.
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Post by Swanflea on Dec 21, 2004 6:40:43 GMT -5
I like it too.
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Post by Angel on Dec 21, 2004 7:44:34 GMT -5
thanks Marie but... I hate pretty. I hate the way I feel right now. It's so girly and human. I hate it. I like it very much. And remember, feeling something (even it it is unpleasant ) is always better than not being able to feel anything at all.
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