l0ckd0wn
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jul 19, 2006
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First post in here, but now that I have a creative outlet, maybe I will continue to write more, rather than putting 6 months in between posting work...
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Intoxicated memories left by a careless heart
A meaningless fling of two bodies wrapped in drugs
As you move away you show no remorse
Leaving whats left of a fragile man, torn apart
The feeling of knowning that I was a good escape
A few kind words, a few packs, a few laughs
Still wishing I knew the key to get inside
What did I miss, where did I go wrong, a total mistake
And to think that I put in so much, to get so little
To be left here alone knowing that she will call
Just for a lift, a few more points, a few more rides
And all in all its just a big mess with me in the middle
You scream out for help and talk of wanting it all to end
The moment someone trys to help you close off like a vault
Scared of the moment, of the feeling, what is it?
To be hurting, to be yurning, yet love can not bend
And through it all I will be there again and again
I will sit and listen, and boil it down amd stake it in
I will try and try and try only to drown
In self defeat and loathing wondering when... when... when...
Other poems available to read @ http://helllooseinnation.blogspot.com
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Intoxicated memories left by a careless heart
A meaningless fling of two bodies wrapped in drugs
As you move away you show no remorse
Leaving whats left of a fragile man, torn apart
The feeling of knowning that I was a good escape
A few kind words, a few packs, a few laughs
Still wishing I knew the key to get inside
What did I miss, where did I go wrong, a total mistake
And to think that I put in so much, to get so little
To be left here alone knowing that she will call
Just for a lift, a few more points, a few more rides
And all in all its just a big mess with me in the middle
You scream out for help and talk of wanting it all to end
The moment someone trys to help you close off like a vault
Scared of the moment, of the feeling, what is it?
To be hurting, to be yurning, yet love can not bend
And through it all I will be there again and again
I will sit and listen, and boil it down amd stake it in
I will try and try and try only to drown
In self defeat and loathing wondering when... when... when...
Other poems available to read @ http://helllooseinnation.blogspot.com
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