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at friday night,
it's been a fight
after the flight
i can't feel my sight
when i walked on
i think i'm gone
no one looks,
no one glances
for there's so many faces
my family cried
when i arrived
they did not listen
to the words i've spoken
i felt guilt and anger
and a lot of hunger
for their attention
i'm now full of confusion
i walked away
with the clouds whom is gray
there's nothing left to say
but forgiveness as i pray
but then i thought for so long,
leaving them is wrong.
so i walked alone
thinking why im gone
when i got back,
there is no one there
but flowers of papers whom i stare
i felt sadness in my heart i bare....
but when i looked in the road,
people align
i felt that it was a sign
of the freedom of mine
my family was there,
hugged them i dare
but all i know....
is that they are in tears.
to the cemetery,
goes everybody
just to bury
my dead and poor body.
it all happened
when the flight dissented.
and i died
without them by my side.......
- by leon_angelo |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/11/2009 |
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- Title: already dead
- Artist: leon_angelo
- Description: a poem of some1 who think of the impossibles!
- Date: 09/11/2009
- Tags: dead mystery
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- Falling Waffle - 09/11/2009
- vote mine too http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/poetry-and-lyrics/vote/?entry_id=101721353#title#title#title
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