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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valťry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

A Tainted Peach
2003-11-08 - 1:24 p.m.
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Against my better judgement

I became friends with a sweet girl

One I thought would be a love

One I thought would be a friend.

Anger and jealousy reared itís ugly head

Spitefulness, bitchiness, that was the course

Of our time together

It exhausted me, to the point

That I didnít care anymore

I didnít want to talk to her

I didnít want to hear her beautiful voice

Any more.

So sad that I lost a friend

Over things Iíll never understand

Her need for drama was too much for me

I had too much to deal with

I could not be who she wanted me to be.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave