hello dAAnd to comment on other's,
and do my work,
But I find my dedication to be wanting.
I apologize.
I tend to stay active during a breakup.
Go figure.
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delta can go to the devilAh, I miss you. You're not here yet. Maybe the package got delayed in Frankfurt. Rerouted and is now on it's way to Somalia? I can't be sure, Baggage claim won't tell me where I lost you, Something about international relations And me being a Capricorn. I'm not sure if I can say I want to know, Would it break my heart, to know That you were left in some foreign country, Never to be before my eyes again? Everything else seemed to arrive With relatively little damage, I even found one package with a bow. That was a pleasant surprise, But I'm missingdelta can go to the devil
by ~shadowedpoet
.take it back.Pretty lies fail And fall Like snow on Christmas Eve Covering everything In white and cold and deciet. Everything's cold. I can't feel. Nothings real. All white. All fake. Liar. Sinner. Whore. Does it matter? No. We live in a world of white, Of sameness, everything of the other. Your lies are my lies, Your whore, my whore. So cold. My body shakes, Skin crawls. Is it the snow? Where did it go? I see the sun, the grass. But all I feel is cold. Nothing. Just stinging emptiness. You gave this,.take it back.
by ~shadowedpoet
2 th Stranger Who Called TodayHello. Do I know you? Your voice... So familiar. I knew someone with that voice, Once. Or at least thought I did. Maybe it was a dream, I can't remember. Everything seemed too good to be true. I loved him. He loved me. He would hold me, And I would sink into warm perfection, I felt beautiful. He was beautiful. I loved him. Did I already say that? I can't remember so much, So long ago. I was his little one, His lover and best friend, We took care of each other, Shared our heart and lives, Our hopes and2 th Stranger Who Called Today
by ~shadowedpoet
Truth in a cigeretteA lit cigarette in her right hand A mismatched set of beliefs, Long wavy brown hair. She’s free, More free than you and I will ever be. She holds the secret to eternal life, No stress, no worries, no regrets No drama, no fears. She doesn’t care. The only thing she feels, The only thing she wants to know Is Love, The eternal fire that burns inside, And lights her life and her eyes. “Why are you afraid?” She asks of me, “Why do you hold back, or pretend to be unsure.” Because, I tell her, because it’s too soon, Too fast, too here, too nowTruth in a cigerette
by ~shadowedpoet
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- Current Residence: Rancho Cucamonga
- Interests: writing, photography, psychology, life, love and the pursuit of happiness
- Favourite movie: Rent, labrynith or beauty and the best, or anything with Audrey hepburn....
- Favourite band or musician: Ani Difranco, Nirvana, Bright Eyes.....etc.
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, jazz, indie, folk, everything!.......i cant pick one
- Favourite game: CANDYLAND!! or kingdom hearts...its addicting.
- Personal Quote: smile! life is beautiful~
- Tools of the Trade: notepad, pen, my hand(good place to write things)
- Website: http://www.xanga.com/wandering_heart3
- Email: shadowedsoul999@hotmail.com
- AIM: xbtfulxdreamerx
- MSN: shadowedsoul999@msn.com
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