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Rejection sits in the pits of my stomach churning and grinding, slicing my insides I'm gonna throw up this pain on the floor And rip all of the colour off these walls People pass me by and yet- My dreams are still turning to tears Leaving me helpless in this world. It's worse than it ever has been before. Could you tell me how it felt? To know this is all it was all it ever was meant to be, and i didn't even notice a thing. not the flicker of the light. not my life passing by. not the glint of my precious innocence. not the glimpse of false in your eyes. but bygons become bygons. this world looks a whole lot nicer, behind these drunken eyes. and it's something i can't replace. |
i came here looking for something different today and i found it in your poem. i liked it because it was about something real, you didn't try to make it sound fake, it didn't rhyme(which isn't necessary) but it made perfect sense, and it told a story from beginning to end without losing focus. very well done and thnx for sharing :) | Posted on 2008-11-18 00:00:00 | by scissorhands | [ Reply to This ] | |