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[sid] => 101477
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Flowers of our tragedy
[time] => 2005-07-17 23:47:49
[hometext] => ~flowers don't seem fit to reward our self-inflicted tragedy~
[bodytext] => i've decided, we are the wreck the post is empty, abandonned we collided head on and killed each other instantly no one gathers by the scene leaves their remorse for our departure maybe we were never alive and flowers don't seem fit to reward our self inflicted tragedy you and i holding hands on that night when i whispered i love you offered it like a peace gift cherished but used and worn and you accepted so we crashed into oncoming traffic because we couldn't keep it in our own lane we've been spilling over since we locked eyes since we surrendered to the muffled leaving song of love and the reassurance of worth in each other we are so vane with our expectations at first forever was a promise a vow and void we grew to see that irony is the tragedy in this highway of choices but i chose you and couldn't let you off the road traveling at dangerous speeds away from me and all i could control was the brakes and the accelorator since we crashed i've been slamming down hard on both and not moving at all i mean i'm not going anywhere but your thoughts i'm not gracing anything but the steering wheel tightly and regrettably stuck clenching down refusal is our trust maybe we were never alive and flowers don't seem fit to reward our self inflicted tragedy so grab my hand one last time trace the scars i made so blind and draw the last breath you can when you let go i demand to depart and never return this road must be burned you're in the car, and i'm outside on the ground i'm empty as always don't worry though, you'll be found drive away from my wreck there's really nothing left and i'm left still where we collide i die and flowers just don't seem fit to reward this tragedy that i enflict [comments] => 1 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 52 [informant] => weepingprophet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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