Your Poetry Dot Com - Living by a number

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I leave all destructive thoughts behind

Only leaving a small swirl of nothingness

As my heart desires no more

I no longer feel existent

Youre day starts every morning

As mine ends a little each day

I was only someone trying to find my way

But instead, found yours

I'm way over my head

It's when the sun shines like this

That I feel the want to run away

And when the sky begins to cry

That's when I feel the want to just rest

And forget about it all again

Yes your world seems more meaningful

As it did me when I was at a younger life

Hence, I am craving but a number

A nineteen-year-old life I didn't even want anyhow

I should perhaps move on to my own number

You helped me reach for the highest of mountains

You made everything seem so wonderful

You have made my life so spontaneous

So unbelievably beautiful

But yet, so ***** up!

Copyright Š Jeannie T. 2003

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Living by a number
Date: Thursday, 1st May 2003 @ 02:05:00 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: razorbladerose

As I slowly sink into the sofa

I leave all destructive thoughts behind

Only leaving a small swirl of nothingness

As my heart desires no more

I no longer feel existent

Youre day starts every morning

As mine ends a little each day

I was only someone trying to find my way

But instead, found yours

I'm way over my head

It's when the sun shines like this

That I feel the want to run away

And when the sky begins to cry

That's when I feel the want to just rest

And forget about it all again

Yes your world seems more meaningful

As it did me when I was at a younger life

Hence, I am craving but a number

A nineteen-year-old life I didn't even want anyhow

I should perhaps move on to my own number

You helped me reach for the highest of mountains

You made everything seem so wonderful

You have made my life so spontaneous

So unbelievably beautiful

But yet, so ***** up!

Copyright Š Jeannie T. 2003

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