I wrote this in 1995 when I moved out of my mums house


Replica



Yes my ears are closed to the orders you curculate
but each word brakes my world and confessions are too late
You speak of faulty being yet you try to swim above
Voice so strong and sturn yet you show no love...

Your book of life (I'll never trace your footsteps way)
When my mind was young I'd listen to what you'd say
But its a much older sky and sun
Role model? you never where a good one

You refusse to let any actions lie
In your eyes the past'll never die
Your book of lies comes out once more
Opened up but I won't read it anymore
My eyes can't blink or even weep
Numbed so that all words are lost

Your book of life is placed for my detesting eyes to see
You can shape a replica and control all that is to be
Yes my ears are closed to the orders you curculate
but each word brakes my world and confessions come too late
U speak of faulty being yet you try to swim above
Voice so strong and sturn yet you show no love



Poetry by gills
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Written on 2006-12-14 at 11:53

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salem
this is good poem
thanx gill
2006-12-14


Kathy Lockhart
Gills, I hope things have mended between you.
This is a powerful poem. I felt the hurt inside you. You are one talented young lady.
2006-12-14