I'm lost.
and my scarf smells of Carling,
. . .making me puke past regrets.
The snow is falling now.
this pain ever present.
Chills me to my marrow.
I've been waiting at this signpost.
For Hours now.
For days,
For weeks.
Every tick
of every tock.
I stand here waiting.
this snow,
ever hating.
I'd cry,
Girl i want to,
but the temperature,
Freezes,
my tears.
I lost everything,
My bag,
My Shoes,
My passion for music
My two companions,
My comrades in arms,
My lovers,
My sisters.
Somewhere on that road.
They were Blinded by your Light,
FUKIN HELL!
your Mourning but Glory.
But i carried on,
Even though i lost my shoes,
Now i've lost myself.
I'm so lost,
Even Time cant find me.
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Written February 16th, 2005
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awesome!!!!!!!!!
wow...this is awesome!!! I love it!!
It's a sad poem and i love the format you wrote this in! Great work. Keep it up
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You will be found, youve just got to shout louder. . .good write. just remember, NOT everything is lost, and if you feel it is, then theres always a way to get it all back. . .always a way.
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I like carling, sorry anyway this poem is wicked, it rocks
especially "every tick of every tock" you has got a talent. and potential. -
Awwwwe! I'm so sorry that you have to deal with this on your own. This is a very personal and emotional piece and it's hard to feel that way and I know how much it hurts but your never lost, just keep writing and talking to me, you'll always be safe.
luv
Erin
P.S I really like this part;
"But i carried on,
Even though i lost my shoes,
Now i've lost myself."
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