I Cant See Your Hand, by Loneliness is condescending
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Hope destroyed and Broken Dreams
Lost innocent of ones first kiss
The silly things we do for the individuality of fitting in
Whispers of shattered love
I see you run away again
Where have you been? Where are you going?
Face bathed in anger covering the fear
Take my hand I'll lead you home
Can I find the way this time?
Losing sight of soiled ground
Crumbling where I stand
And here I am trying to rebuild your life
Off you go to tear it down
Falling quickly I cannot catch
Holding on tight to you I'm slipping threw my fingers |
| Posted: 2005-02-24 06:16:40 UTC |
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| 2005-04-09 04:15:38 | HEY LAUREN! |
| hm...well this isnt really feedback....but thats because i am a horrable poet...wait...i am a poet? i hadnt thought so....well i think i might be able to identify with this poem....i really like the flow and the image you left me is great....good job |