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[aid] => mick
[title] => These Aching Bones
[time] => 2006-12-28 13:23:22
[hometext] => Haven't posted in a while. Please read/comment.
[bodytext] => I could paint a perfect picture or write a perfect ending, but these wounds would still be here and they need some mending. It's so funny that the sun shows itslelf now. The Loneliness penetrates the cold. An empty hand holds a cigarette, I just need to know, how do I find my soul? Because for goodness sake I'm about to break with my aching bones I am waiting all alone, waiting for you to come home. I never thought it'd be so simple, it's all just complicated. It's such a strange sight to see you tainted. Now the pictures on my walls are faded. While lying down, staring at the ceiling I realize everything and nothing has changed and I'm still estranged. Now for goodness sake I'm about to break with these aching bones I'm waiting all alone, just waiting for you to come home. What kind of twisted world can this be Where my life is surrounded by death and I love soaking in the misery? How I love the feeling of still dreaming but it isn't getting any easier and my vision just isn't that clear. Can you hear the darkness, brewing in my heart? Tell me softly before I become a victim to my own art. Oh, For Goodness Sake, I'm about to break with these aching bones I am waiting all alone, yes I am waiting for you to come on home. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 21 [informant] => moses [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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