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Array ( [sid] => 123880 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Hope [time] => 2006-07-30 19:58:20 [hometext] => When someone only sees their flaws and can’t see themselves fore what they really are. Reference to cutting. [bodytext] => I’m lying next to a beautiful boy. He runs his fingers over my thin red cuts, and whispers that he could do the same.
I want to tell him that he’s as close to perfect as anyone can be, but he’s too busy with his flaws to listen, too busy to know that he’s the best ting left in my life.

He’s not even mine, his hart is somewhere else, in the morning I have to give him back. So all I can do is push his fingers away from my cuts. I kiss him and tell him that he deserves better then me.

I hope someone can tell him how perfect he really is, and be all the things I’m not.
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Hope

Contributed by Siri_Holm on Sunday, 30th July 2006 @ 07:58:20 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I’m lying next to a beautiful boy. He runs his fingers over my thin red cuts, and whispers that he could do the same.
I want to tell him that he’s as close to perfect as anyone can be, but he’s too busy with his flaws to listen, too busy to know that he’s the best ting left in my life.

He’s not even mine, his hart is somewhere else, in the morning I have to give him back. So all I can do is push his fingers away from my cuts. I kiss him and tell him that he deserves better then me.

I hope someone can tell him how perfect he really is, and be all the things I’m not.

Copyright Â© Siri_Holm ... [ 2006-07-30 19:58:20]
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Re: Hope (User Rating: 1 )
by JordonsBaby17 on Sunday, 30th July 2006 @ 11:33:11 PM AEST
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this is a very simple, but nicely written poem. i like it.

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