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The Truth
Contributed by
Nevilleconnie
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Wednesday, 12th May 2010 @ 08:48:58 AM in AEST
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It’s really hard to write these poems,
And know they do no good.
I’ll always be a lonely ghost,
Not saying what I should.
Poems that give a sense of hope,
That I will never find.
Hold a knife against my throat,
Cause I would rather die.
I write the things I want to say.
The things I want to do.
I try to think of all the ways,
To hide behind the truth.
Fantasy’s and daydreams.
There the poems I write.
There filled with ifs and maybes.
And yet they give me life.
The ink that holds my feelings.
The pen that gives me peace.
The paper helps my healing.
The words that help me breathe.
Perhaps I’m just a freak show.
But I don’t really care.
So ends another poem.
So ends another tear.
Copyright ©
Nevilleconnie
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Re: The Truth
(User Rating: 1 ) by lovingcritters on
Friday, 14th May 2010 @ 01:08:42 PM AEST (User
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Oh My Nevilleconnie this one was a real "tear jerker" for sure.
I'm so glad you have a pen and paper...........just keep writing it all down, and someday, it will all come together!
This was lovely...................around!
Warm love,
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