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Telling you to go away.
Always makes you seem to stay,
Feeling cold scratches on my skin,
Everything is cold within,
Pull me in push you out,
Never cared enough to tell you,
All the things i could do for you,
Your body faces my body,
Feeling the cold of comfort,
Blood seeping from our veins,
Sitting in each others cold arms,
Eyes locked on eyes,
Lips locked on lips,
Hands locked on hips,
Mine is not the lock you can pick,
Try harder as you may,
We will never see the light of day,
For we are dead,
Ghosts to love,
But no strangers to pain,
Sink yourself into a deep depression,
Cut yourself,
Nothing helps,
Skinned knuckles,
Bleeding hands,
Just to feel your ghost again.
I dunno what came over me there. :S what a weird poemy thing...
Always makes you seem to stay,
Feeling cold scratches on my skin,
Everything is cold within,
Pull me in push you out,
Never cared enough to tell you,
All the things i could do for you,
Your body faces my body,
Feeling the cold of comfort,
Blood seeping from our veins,
Sitting in each others cold arms,
Eyes locked on eyes,
Lips locked on lips,
Hands locked on hips,
Mine is not the lock you can pick,
Try harder as you may,
We will never see the light of day,
For we are dead,
Ghosts to love,
But no strangers to pain,
Sink yourself into a deep depression,
Cut yourself,
Nothing helps,
Skinned knuckles,
Bleeding hands,
Just to feel your ghost again.
I dunno what came over me there. :S what a weird poemy thing...
Thanks GG
Ib er....thanks :-D
Ib er....thanks :-D
Wow that ia amazing.We're covering poems at school in literacy at the moment and that is almost as good as Mr.Chapel's (my class and literacy teacher).
Blah blah blah. I hate poetry. I hate broken sentences mashed together to force rhymes. I hate broken line structure, cutting things up to make it look clever. I hate over-emotional introspection and pontification using cryptic and nonsensical metaphorical toss to avoid the subject you're trying to address and everything else poets employ to spatter out their incomprehensible musings.
I hate it. I hate it all.
Am I getting my point across?
I hate it. I hate it all.
Am I getting my point across?
Quite nice. I don't know enough about poetry to comment further, but it comes across to me as a failing relationship going throught the motions. The idea and wanting of love and closeness is there, but bitter.
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Telling you to go away.
Always makes you seem to stay,
Feeling cold scratches on my skin,
Everything is cold within,
Pull me in push you out,
Never cared enough to tell you,
All the things i could do for you,
Your body faces my body,
Feeling the cold of comfort,
Blood seeping from our veins,
Sitting in each others cold arms,
Eyes locked on eyes,
Lips locked on lips,
Hands locked on hips,
Mine is not the lock you can pick,
Try harder as you may,
We will never see the light of day,
For we are dead,
Ghosts to love,
But no strangers to pain,
Sink yourself into a deep depression,
Cut yourself,
Nothing helps,
Skinned knuckles,
Bleeding hands,
Just to feel your ghost again.
I dunno what came over me there. :S what a weird poemy thing...
Always makes you seem to stay,
Feeling cold scratches on my skin,
Everything is cold within,
Pull me in push you out,
Never cared enough to tell you,
All the things i could do for you,
Your body faces my body,
Feeling the cold of comfort,
Blood seeping from our veins,
Sitting in each others cold arms,
Eyes locked on eyes,
Lips locked on lips,
Hands locked on hips,
Mine is not the lock you can pick,
Try harder as you may,
We will never see the light of day,
For we are dead,
Ghosts to love,
But no strangers to pain,
Sink yourself into a deep depression,
Cut yourself,
Nothing helps,
Skinned knuckles,
Bleeding hands,
Just to feel your ghost again.
I dunno what came over me there. :S what a weird poemy thing...