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Array ( [sid] => 1769 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Where's The Proof [time] => 2002-08-05 06:40:28 [hometext] => Don't forget to read my other poems!

[bodytext] => Silenced on the outside, embeded with rage.
It creates this pain will it ever go away?

Never too soon, does it keep me away.
Hiding my feelings, theses feelings I'll never say

Somethings are better left unsaid
How in the hell can I quit feeling like I'm dead

This pain is effecting mind
It seems to be making me blind
I can't think right
but rest assure, it won't happen tonight
and tomorrow is a new day or so at least they say

My own mind cluttering my brian
They say love is something that can't be taught
Well how in the hell do you forget it
I don't want these thoughts

None of this seems real to me

I can't escape
and my mind feels raped
Raped by your infectious love
It's eating away at me
but no one can see
my soul is falling apart
all this hatred focus at my heart
I curse this thing that most adore
I give up on love
what the hell is it for

It's created absence
I'm tired of the adsence
It's created pain
and God damn the pain.

At the end of the road
maybe I'll see the truth:
that love doesn't exist
and if you say it does wheres the proof
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Where's The Proof

Contributed by Tonic on Monday, 5th August 2002 @ 06:40:28 AM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



Silenced on the outside, embeded with rage.
It creates this pain will it ever go away?

Never too soon, does it keep me away.
Hiding my feelings, theses feelings I'll never say

Somethings are better left unsaid
How in the hell can I quit feeling like I'm dead

This pain is effecting mind
It seems to be making me blind
I can't think right
but rest assure, it won't happen tonight
and tomorrow is a new day or so at least they say

My own mind cluttering my brian
They say love is something that can't be taught
Well how in the hell do you forget it
I don't want these thoughts

None of this seems real to me

I can't escape
and my mind feels raped
Raped by your infectious love
It's eating away at me
but no one can see
my soul is falling apart
all this hatred focus at my heart
I curse this thing that most adore
I give up on love
what the hell is it for

It's created absence
I'm tired of the adsence
It's created pain
and God damn the pain.

At the end of the road
maybe I'll see the truth:
that love doesn't exist
and if you say it does wheres the proof




Copyright © Tonic ... [ 2002-08-05 06:40:28]
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Re: Where's The Proof (User Rating: 1 )
by Suzy on Monday, 5th August 2002 @ 03:21:48 PM AEST
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This poem has really left me with some questions to think about but I do hope you haven't given up on love all together because one day the "love bug" is going to bite you and you won't feel this way....keep up the good work...

Lasca


Re: Where's The Proof (User Rating: 1 )
by kegs04 on Sunday, 2nd February 2003 @ 05:02:33 PM AEST
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wow, i really liked this one. I am feeling kinda the same way..except I guess Im depressed all around, but i really appreciate this poem, its a great write, I am going to read more, i love your style and technique..and wordings, i guess ;-)
~peace out


Re: Where's The Proof (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 09:46:48 AM AEST
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once i pledged love
to you and only you
you tore my heart apart
and is only the start
ow you want to be friends
i do not know if i cant help
but love you again

lun me




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