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[title] => Sleepless Dreams
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[bodytext] => A Cigarette lies in an ashtray Softly whispering secrets to a passerby I’m left to ponder the night sky Alone, lifeless and petty sits my pen on the hard wood floor Maybe at this moment I’m crossing through someone’s head as A thought, a memory, an illusion She starts to cry in her sleep A life of unanswered questions and nothing but time to think I don’t sleep because my dreams fill me with hope And I am left to awake to a town full of ghosts I will never speak of my past again Scratch marks lay on the back of the wooden closet door Something went wrong Or something went right Who am I to make that decision? Two sides to every story Two sides to every evil There is no right Or so she says… Love, Lust and Lies No truth these days What you give is what you get And karma is a ***** Honestly, Honesty fell faster from her lips to the ground than a bullet fired into my gut Track marks line these city streets A more ***** up Hansel and Gretel story Finding my way home through a dumpster Ready to dig myself into an early grave The drunken hobo on the corner is the sanest person I’ve met in months Hope – The evilest evil, evil could possibly create What’s left after hope but to fall? Expect the worst, no Expect nothing and you will never be disappointed I have nothing left to lose [comments] => 0 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 73 [informant] => rmarino [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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