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Post by Broken hope on Dec 4, 2004 23:42:43 GMT -5
Lonely coffee shop where i spend all my time Every night spent writing a brand new rhyme
Thinking that none of this matters anyway Each heart felt word is worthless to say
In the end there is nothing here You die alone quietly without a tear
So ill drink an irish coffee every day Writing rhymes for things ill never say
It could be so sad if anyone knew The heartbreak this soul has been through
It's a shame that feelings need to be shaded Colored by a fake feeling of being fated
I can't say everything will turn out fine When i sit here writing another rhyme
All just not to tell you three words again Every day spent trying to not destroy a friend
I wonder if this is what always comes For a boy and girl who fall in love
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Seth
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Post by Seth on Dec 5, 2004 13:04:43 GMT -5
Stellar wording, creates such a clear and saddening picture in the mind. Awesome flow and story... This just gets to me, for some reason. Again, captivating piece.
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Post by alostandbrokensoul on Dec 5, 2004 15:27:48 GMT -5
and yet again you amaze me your a great poet with such a wonderful amount of talent, This poem was awesome!
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