Kinda crappy but what do you think?
Once we were lovers,
once we were as friends.
Once I had the taste,
once on you I could depend...
But now,
Althought, you think you know me,
you barely know yourself.
When will you ever be free,
from the hell in which you dwell?
From the demons that you won't let be ?
For if you set yourself free
from your lies and self hurt
We can still be lovers
and we can still be friends.
Recover the trust,
on me you can still depend.
As
What I have come to believe
is to help friends in desperate need,
even if your anger I have to receive.
07/04/06
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2006-04-07 at 04:42
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You think you know me [thanks again Jon]
Once we were lovers,
once we were as friends.
Once I had the taste,
once on you I could depend...
But now,
Althought, you think you know me,
you barely know yourself.
When will you ever be free,
from the hell in which you dwell?
From the demons that you won't let be ?
For if you set yourself free
from your lies and self hurt
We can still be lovers
and we can still be friends.
Recover the trust,
on me you can still depend.
As
What I have come to believe
is to help friends in desperate need,
even if your anger I have to receive.
07/04/06
Poetry by liz munro
Read 482 times
Written on 2006-04-07 at 04:42
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