whoever deciphers the hidden message gets a gold star.


plastic bags and credit cards

Old fears wash away new hopes
New dreams shattered by and by
Each wish bound by chains and ropes

Dare they live or should they die?
And what of my longing heart?
Yearning only for some peace

You denied it from the start
Offering just death's release.
Uselessly I lay around

Wishing for just one more chance
I just wanted to be found
Loved by you, such sweet romance.
Losing you has cost me dear

Joy is distant, love grows dim
Ugly thoughts are looming near
Sorrow when I think of him.
Tell me this, before I'm through

Lest my soul remain unsure:
Evenings all alone, did you
Think of me?...Or think of her?

Maybe this is all my fault
Even though this is your knife

Kings' gold in their secret vaults
I would pay to end my life.
Life has little meaning left
Love has none, and you know why

My fool heart I lost to theft
Yet you will not let me die...
Soon, though, you will change your mind:
End my sorrow, end my pain.
Let my sanity unwind.
Free me like the misting rain.




Poetry by WildGoose
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Written on 2008-08-16 at 07:25

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Nick Matherne
NOONE WANTS THIS GOLD STAR!
IF YOU GO ANYWHERE NEAR THIS GOLD STAR I WILL CRY....
2008-08-19