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 20:44:44 AEST | ||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 39128
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Realization
[time] => 2004-03-18 03:18:30
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I sit holding the phone in my hand a feeling of lost hope The end, no more, like a knot tightening at the end of a rope Where do i go from here theres nothing left at all of me Your goodbye, your coldness, that which is nevermore to be Letting the phone drop to the floor i follow behind it closely The emptiness in my stomach thats all thats left supposedly Your words come back to haunt me over and over its the same I was a tool, a toy, in your twisted ploy of a heartbreaking game Reaching out to nothing, the darkness holding me in its embrace I wonder what can be put back together what can take your place A long sigh of realization hits me so very hard and so true Its really over, your're really gone, the scar embedded this i know for sure [comments] => 0 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Wicked [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
|