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My life
Contributed by
van
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Thursday, 21st November 2002 @ 07:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I look back at my life,
What made me happy?
What made me sad?
What made me start the knife?
I can’t picture one thing,
When I was over the moon,
When I was in h*ll,
When I could even sing.
I think of the friends I had,
They all came and went,
None of them great,
None of them bad.
I try and picture the one,
The one who stayed,
The one who’s always there,
But they disappeared into the sun.
I think of my friends I have now,
They all just sail on through,
Who will be there next time I look back,
I want to keep them but don’t know how.
I try and make things black and white,
But things are never that simple,
They will only be black and white,
If I would only loose my sight.
I think of the ones I have love,
I stare into their eyes,
And ask them if they will be there,
But they fly away like a graceful Dove.
I sit on top of a cliff,
Staring out for miles,
I think of my life,
And I go all stiff.
I have no past to be proud of,
I have no present to be proud of,
I have no future to be proud of,
I have no life that I’m proud of.
What have I done?
What will I do?
My life isn’t boring,
My life isn’t fun.
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van
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2002-11-21 07:00:00]
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