Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
||||
Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 10-June 19:58:01 AEST | ||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 163111
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Empty Now
[time] => 2010-11-08 13:05:03
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Shes empty now that her syringe is Dying slow kinda like her savior Jesus did Though not as famous or as cared for Cause to the world shes just another dead whore When the blue creeps up on her pink lips And her eyes roll back as her life slips Away, you say, to a better place Ha! At least shes done looking at her lost face Parents put her in a cedar case With tears crashing, babys not in church with her dress and lace Theyre reminded of her baptism when life just started From begin to end to same people except theyre left broken-hearted It began with hope and ended in pain A promise failed, that troubles could be overcame Finding trust and love, life was not the same She saw a glimpse of Heaven then God called her name [comments] => 3 [counter] => 264 [topic] => 66 [informant] => cheshire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
|