poem filled with 3 months of silent pain and anguish at herself, God, her friends, the world, life. just everything coming down on top of her.
Lay it on thickly
Bear the brunt
Onto my broken back
How much more
Can you load
Onto this poor donkey
Drape my coat closer
Dragging it across my chest
This life is cruel
And unrelentless
Cold wind whips up the tails
And sends shivers down my spine
This might never end
This might never end
This might never end
Thoughts echo through the mind
She can't love
She can't feel
This
Might
Never
End
She doesn't want me
And she takes my place
To become their new toy
Something else to play with
Maybe she will last
Maybe she won't get hurt
Until I step up to take it
The ex can hold many things
Deep love
Deep hate
Deep pain
Deep silence
The ex that makes everything better
To the victim or the foe
Yeah,
They're the solid rock to turn to
Yeah,
They soon come around
When things come undone
So when you don your customes
And put on your black coats
Think of the girl
Alone in the city
Wishing for your company
For she can't stand her own
This might never
End
Poetry by jacy
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Written on 2005-10-23 at 03:33
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This Might Never End
Lash me some moreLay it on thickly
Bear the brunt
Onto my broken back
How much more
Can you load
Onto this poor donkey
Drape my coat closer
Dragging it across my chest
This life is cruel
And unrelentless
Cold wind whips up the tails
And sends shivers down my spine
This might never end
This might never end
This might never end
Thoughts echo through the mind
She can't love
She can't feel
This
Might
Never
End
She doesn't want me
And she takes my place
To become their new toy
Something else to play with
Maybe she will last
Maybe she won't get hurt
Until I step up to take it
The ex can hold many things
Deep love
Deep hate
Deep pain
Deep silence
The ex that makes everything better
To the victim or the foe
Yeah,
They're the solid rock to turn to
Yeah,
They soon come around
When things come undone
So when you don your customes
And put on your black coats
Think of the girl
Alone in the city
Wishing for your company
For she can't stand her own
This might never
End
Poetry by jacy
Read 592 times
Written on 2005-10-23 at 03:33
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