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some s**t I wrote for ya 2 |
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My soul,
so empty,
so cold.
Why must you torment me?
Does it make you happy?
Your joy hidden,
enslaved by the darkness.
My dreams,
so happy,
so unreal.
Why do you remind me of loves lost?
Are you happiest when I'm sad?
My joy dissolved,
crushed by your love for another.
My body,
so numb,
so scarred.
Do these cuts not scream at you?
Are you immune to the emotions the reflect?
Our joy never found,
never given the chance to live.
So useless,
so sad,
for you are not a part of me.
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Hollow sounds echo through the air,
still, all I hear is you.
The night stars glisten,
still, all I see is you.
The cool summer breeze blows,
still, all I feel is you.
Memories pass through my thoughts,
still, all I know is you.
When you left, it hurt,
when you left, I cried,
when you left, you took a part of me with you.
Hollow sounds echo through the air,
but now I hear their song.
The night stars glisten,
but now I see their beauty.
The cool summer breeze blows,
but now I feel its touch.
Memories pass through my thoughts,
but now they help me live.
 vardamacariel · Sun Jul 03, 2005 @ 12:52am · 0 Comments |
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