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[sid] => 148902
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Red
[time] => 2009-04-03 19:26:24
[hometext] => I wrote this while recovering from a girl, the love of my life who I lost to Cocaine. I was so in love so bad with her that I haven't been able to recover since she has been gone. This poem is about how I felt every second of the day.
[bodytext] => I sit here t'was 4 passed the hour I see red everywhere My gold painted heart shines red My eyes look but do not see That which what made the heart gold Only now tis red, bleeding on the walls This yellow paint sees sorrow, feels pain I reach out for an image, tis red Tis red and purple colors that seem only black. Once those colors soaked the sun then exposes.. Searching beneath and above without trying Once my heart was gold, now it bleeds Days pass by or days seeming years Thirst, a feeling that is becoming life To live, only to hope to drink the red wine again To Quench thou red golden heart It beat to the drum of thirst unquenchable it seems by any other drink. A tongue looking for its groove Only to know that this groove has been malformed It doesn't fit anymore, merely a red gold hearted bleeding tongue thirsty for taste A taste it will never swallow again A taste it swallowed again and again A red taste of gold grooves which the tongue once matched. Swirling round and round One time they danced to a drum This drum is broken into halfs of half Shattered to reddened gold pieces beginning to tarnish and tarnishing to an end An end to a beginning, a beginingless end Now seems like tommorow and tomorrow is a year from now One tear for each year I feel the years, once days, never ending [comments] => 1 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 13 [informant] => kato-wako [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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