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| Yep, some more poems... |
| Chill Damn! It's cold in here. So cold it's almost warm- I can barely breath Because my breath keeps getting frozen. I keep slipping On the ice that's on the floor I keep hoping For something much more. My eyes are frozen shut. I keep looking for something- Anything-a pack of matches- To keep me from getting frostbitten. Damn! It's cold! I wish I had some gloves, There are icicles forming on my fingers. |
| Loss I lost my best friend To his own ignorance. I cryed at the thought, But no tears came out. I thought that by forgetting, The hurt would go away, But I don't have him anymore And now it hurts even more. I miss him, Yet I cannot talk to him. I know I hurt him, Because we're not together But I cannot be with him Just because he wants me to be. He is four hours away from me, And I love him so much And wanted him in my life so bad. Yet, I cannot continue to live With him While he makes me feel so bad. And he really does Make me feel bad. |
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| I'm over and over and over you Ten times again. I think of you But you fill by senses No more. I am finally free. |
| I can't stop thinking of you. Thinking about how your lips Felt against mine. I know it was not just my Drunkeness that made me Feel that way, Because I still feel that way now. You had the best lips to kiss And your hands held onto me. You were so strong And passionate. You made me feel like no other; I could have went on kissing you all night. That's how sweet you were. I think I could go on kissing you for all time If you could just make me feel like that again. We can be Whatever you want us to be, But words that need to be said Are remaining unspoken. How can it be That in such a short time I fell in love with you? When it's always taken so long. I love how you feel And I think that you're unaware Of what I am saying. Maybe we both were crazy And the alcohol took advantage of us. But that was one of the best things I've felt in a while. Goodnight. |
| Picture I have this picture of you With your sandy-blonde hair And your blue/green eyes And I look at it Every night before I go to bed. |
| Telephone We used to talk; Late at night. You would call me at One-in-the-morning, And we would talk about everything And nothing-all at once- Like it was the most important Thing in the world. Sometimes, I would sit up, waiting For the telephone to ring, knowing It would- And when I answered, And we talked for hours; all I Could hear Was the clock's noisy ticking And the sound of your voice. We would go on- About our nothings and everythings, Our everythings and nothings, As I thought of how tired I was, but, At the same time, How I must stay awake Just one more second To hear you talk to me! So that maybe, through hearing your voice, I could imagine what it would be like To kiss you at that exact moment. |