maybe swap books or looks...
...but i like...its a sweet one...
i can just imagine u scribbling it down with the sound of your mothers foot steps coming up the stairs.
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- Wed Feb 07, 2007 1:58 pm
- Forum: Post-a-Poem (Beginners)
- Topic: my room
- Replies: 5
- Views: 1942
- Wed Feb 07, 2007 1:50 pm
- Forum: Post-a-Poem (Beginners)
- Topic: Three Little Words
- Replies: 8
- Views: 2833
Three Little Words
I’d love to say I love you,
but I’m too scared to.
You’d probably just ignore me,
So I don’t think I ever will.
but I’m too scared to.
You’d probably just ignore me,
So I don’t think I ever will.
- Wed Feb 07, 2007 1:49 pm
- Forum: Post-a-Poem (Beginners)
- Topic: How to Live
- Replies: 16
- Views: 5136
- Wed Feb 07, 2007 1:45 pm
- Forum: Post-a-Poem (Beginners)
- Topic: Things I shouldn’t have done
- Replies: 10
- Views: 3044
- Wed Feb 07, 2007 1:34 pm
- Forum: Music and Song Lyric Discussion
- Topic: Johnny Cash - Hurt
- Replies: 8
- Views: 4269
- Tue Feb 06, 2007 1:50 pm
- Forum: Post-a-Poem (Beginners)
- Topic: somthing in my head
- Replies: 7
- Views: 2583
- Tue Feb 06, 2007 1:49 pm
- Forum: Post-a-Poem (Beginners)
- Topic: Find Peace
- Replies: 5
- Views: 1885
- Tue Feb 06, 2007 1:45 pm
- Forum: Post-a-Poem (Beginners)
- Topic: Tired
- Replies: 6
- Views: 2502
Tired
I woke up this morning fast asleep, and dragged my corpse out of bed. It’s too cold in Hell and I’m too tired. Every mirror I see you in you always look shattered. On the wet crumbling streets insipid zombies push brooms around empty boxes. I step to you, you step to me, please leave me alone, I’m t...
- Tue Feb 06, 2007 1:45 pm
- Forum: Post-a-Poem (Beginners)
- Topic: Dim
- Replies: 9
- Views: 2887
- Tue Feb 06, 2007 1:39 pm
- Forum: Post-a-Poem (Beginners)
- Topic: Dead Leaves
- Replies: 1
- Views: 992
Dead Leaves
Ambition’s hard to gain with no manner of control, drifting round in circles and living off the dole. Dragged up in the morning and thrown to bed at night, start to feel the pressure of living an empty life. Look into the future at days of shame and squander. The Critic is the enemy, laughing when y...