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Array ( [sid] => 6840 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => my lil guitar pick [time] => 2002-11-16 22:00:00 [hometext] => to that one who knows who he is, but is afraid to speak. [bodytext] =>
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yelling. you hear it through the walls.
crying, tears fall.
and i remember waking up
after dreaming of the blu haired boy
who is moving but keepin in touch.
i see that guitar pick
on the ground, and i pick it up
reminds me of him, of the dreams i shouldn't get
but do
and the mistakes i made
keep makin to this day
and i put it down
another dream deep fried, gone away
like everything else it has disappeared

u run through my dreams
all of you
with your crazy ideas and i have gotten lost again
don't try to handle me
i hate that when u say u get lost in my eyes
u lie so bad

and i cry again
at night u have me doin that
but i will survive
and i thank you
for helping me
because i never used to feel
and u make me do

all of you.
nov 2002
[comments] => 3 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 22 [informant] => dantoad [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )

my lil guitar pick

Contributed by dantoad on Saturday, 16th November 2002 @ 10:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

***************************************

yelling. you hear it through the walls.
crying, tears fall.
and i remember waking up
after dreaming of the blu haired boy
who is moving but keepin in touch.
i see that guitar pick
on the ground, and i pick it up
reminds me of him, of the dreams i shouldn't get
but do
and the mistakes i made
keep makin to this day
and i put it down
another dream deep fried, gone away
like everything else it has disappeared

u run through my dreams
all of you
with your crazy ideas and i have gotten lost again
don't try to handle me
i hate that when u say u get lost in my eyes
u lie so bad

and i cry again
at night u have me doin that
but i will survive
and i thank you
for helping me
because i never used to feel
and u make me do

all of you.
nov 2002

Copyright Â© dantoad ... [ 2002-11-16 22:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: my lil guitar pick (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Saturday, 16th November 2002 @ 10:40:39 PM AEST
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This is so beautifully sad
I really anjoyed this one, Thanks
for sharing it, Keep em' coming
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.

Re: my lil guitar pick (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Saturday, 16th November 2002 @ 10:57:44 PM AEST
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very touching words i liked this! Christina

Re: my lil guitar pick (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 18th November 2002 @ 08:48:49 AM AEST
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i actually seem to understand where u are coming from, wish u well.
**a friend**

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