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Reach
Contributed by
allforyou
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Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 10:20:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I can't hold on to much.
It's a crooked way of life,
dropping everything I care about.
All is out of reach, because I cannot,
reach.
Everytime,
I end up falling hard, face-first on the concrete.
Everything turns red.
I can't strike back,
I can't lash out.
Staring at empty shelves,
that are filled with empty books,
that I will never read,
because I cannot reach.
And even if I could,
I'm sure they'd be filled,
with the empty words you said to me.
That reached me,
reached my heart,
and tore me apart.
A little to the left,
of the empty hole you put there.
Ripped out,
taken away.
My head doesn't want to hear it,
but you always seem to reach me.
Disgrace, it's what I am,
and life, it's out of my reach,
because I cannot grasp the idea.
Why do I continue to live?
I'll never get anything back.
Weeping,
I cannot reach a shoulder to lean on,
I cannot reach a helping hand.
Trying to reach has proven,
to be of no use to me.
And I refuse to die,
reaching for what was never there.
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allforyou
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Re: Reach
(User Rating: 1 ) by autumngreeneyes on
Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 11:18:30 PM AEST (User
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Trying to reach has proven,
to be of no use to me.
And I refuse to die,
reaching for what was never there
I really like this line.. |
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