Array ( [sid] => 15397 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => The Streets Are Unforgiving [time] => 2003-04-01 04:39:05 [hometext] => This is a poem at the start of my book that I am writing called "The Streets Are Unforgiving" It's not all the book don't worry it's not very long...so plz read and comment... [bodytext] => “On a warm April day, on the east cost, wind lightly blowing, sun slowing rising, clouds quickly rolling, moon still showing. Grass green and soft and a refection on the ocean water shows, open doors up on a balcony high. Curtains rolling, white carpet, tan walls, candles left burring, white lace draped over the bed like a tent. Life must be so perfect for them. Young love with long nights, rich and famous by the day light. What more could you want? Not much, for a small town gurl with big dreams. But what do you dream about when all your dreams come true? Just hope it never happens to you, always have a dream.

Their life so perfect, bound to get old and die, with them left to wilt inside. Killing each other to see the sun light. The little things you take for granite. The one you love, the one who loves you too. But still things are to right, bound to go bad, I have to go plan. Thinking it out, preparing the damned.
How strong is love? Will it make it through hell? People say yes but have they ever been there? Have they ever died young? Do they know what true fear is, true pain, true torture, true hate is?
Accidents covered up by lies. Lies covered up by death, unclear motives, no motives, only me, Fate. Fate and faith one in the same. What I look like and what I do, depends on who’s looking and how they do, at play my game of will confiscating, mind twisting pain. But for now I’ll let the two young lovers dream of worster dayz that might come their way.”
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The Streets Are Unforgiving
Date: Tuesday, 1st April 2003 @ 04:39:05 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Percursors
“On a warm April day, on the east cost, wind lightly blowing, sun slowing rising, clouds quickly rolling, moon still showing. Grass green and soft and a refection on the ocean water shows, open doors up on a balcony high. Curtains rolling, white carpet, tan walls, candles left burring, white lace draped over the bed like a tent. Life must be so perfect for them. Young love with long nights, rich and famous by the day light. What more could you want? Not much, for a small town gurl with big dreams. But what do you dream about when all your dreams come true? Just hope it never happens to you, always have a dream.

Their life so perfect, bound to get old and die, with them left to wilt inside. Killing each other to see the sun light. The little things you take for granite. The one you love, the one who loves you too. But still things are to right, bound to go bad, I have to go plan. Thinking it out, preparing the damned.
How strong is love? Will it make it through hell? People say yes but have they ever been there? Have they ever died young? Do they know what true fear is, true pain, true torture, true hate is?
Accidents covered up by lies. Lies covered up by death, unclear motives, no motives, only me, Fate. Fate and faith one in the same. What I look like and what I do, depends on who’s looking and how they do, at play my game of will confiscating, mind twisting pain. But for now I’ll let the two young lovers dream of worster dayz that might come their way.”


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