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This is my life
The keys of the keyboard
Feel so natural anymore
So easy to type out secrets
Faster than they can be said
It is a beautiful thing, the sound
The feeling of my fingers
Flying
This is my life
The feeling of skin on skin
The sound of breathing, fast
The ecstasy, and then
The feel of his hand in mine
and hearing his heart beat
Slowing, slowing
In his chest, and knowing
That this is for me, my treasure
Because he says he'll love me forever
Despite being so young...
Maybe I hope too much
This is my life
The pressure
It never stops
"Do the dishes, do them my way
Fold the laundry, put it away
Ohh, the floor needs swept again
Cuz you missed the spot over there
You're such a princess,
So selfish and proud
Dishes have to be done twice
Once when you get home
And right after dinner
And go ride a bike
Cuz you're getting pudgy"
I don't think the man wants me to leave
Cuz who would he mentally punch then?
I just suck it up, stay strong, deal with it
He's going to be in shock when I'm gone
This is my life
The snow slowly melts
And drips down, down
And now there's a waterfall
Frozen in time
Right outside my window
Always temporarily...
This is my life
Soon, so soon
I will be gone, away
My dream for the past three years
To be out and free and
No longer responsible
For anyone but me
Cuz I can't take it anymore
This is my life
And I wish I could pick and choose
- by Fyre Lachele |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/24/2009 |
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- Title: Pick and Choose
- Artist: Fyre Lachele
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Description:
Simply something that's been brewing since I got up this lovely morning. Just wrote it down right now, so it could prolly use editing... Any comments and advice will be appreciated :)
- Date: 01/24/2009
- Tags: escape pick choose waiting freedom
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Comments (2 Comments)
- th_girlz - 01/26/2009
- I like it smile it's really well put together smile
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- Frisky Shadow - 01/24/2009
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"This is my life... This is my life" blah blah blah...
Well, I tell you what, you can at least pick diffrent words for your own poems right? Other than that, the meaning is pretty straight forward and boring... - Report As Spam