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shaniqua
02-11-2003, 05:46 PM
tell me why are u like this?
are u the same with everyone
save me from my sickness and tell me
why are u like this why are u like this?
:(

shaniqua
02-11-2003, 08:11 PM
Originally posted by killtheyouth
i luv u 4ever kewliez.

and like a medicine bottle
in the cabinet, i'll keep u
and like a medicine bottle
in my hand, i will hold u.

Halber Mensch
02-11-2003, 09:52 PM
So it's not
Loaded stadiums
Or ballparks
And we're not
Kids on swingsets
On the blacktop

And I thought
At fifteen that I'd
Have it down by sixteen
And twenty-four keeps breathing in my face
Like a mad whore
And twenty-four keeps pounding at my door

Like a friend you don't want to see
Oldness comes with a smile
To every love given child
Oldness comes to rile
The youth, who dream of suicide
Oldness comes with a smile
To every love given child
Oldness comes to rile
The youth, who dream of suicide

Halber Mensch
02-11-2003, 09:54 PM
so much that i can't say to you
my voice shakes from the hurt that i hide
ashamed of my existence
and of my petty often wounded pride
i'd like to come home to see you
and to catch your sickness by the bedside
but then you'd know how much i really need you

all the love in an instant
makes my life stop
but then my hate for you
makes my feelings altogether drop

if only i were blind to your selfish fling
and your desperate cause
and didn't press you for the details
that threaten my physical flaws

i'd like to come home to see you
and embrace your illness under soft light
but then you'd know how much i really need you

all the love in an instant
makes my life stop
but then my hate for you
makes my feelings altogether drop

so much that i can say to you
with affection that i burn inside
you're aching from the distance
avoiding strain that's running still alive
if only i could heal you in the sprinkling of the ocean side
but then you'd know how much i really love you

all the love in an instant
makes my life stop
but then my hate for you
makes my feelings altogether drop

shaniqua
02-11-2003, 10:14 PM
blood ridden hands are the first things
to come through the bed
when all the pain in your life
comes to a head
poor lost soul
with no place to go
wait until winter
and you'll know
three years fold through your lies untold
innocence undoes her blindfold

who else's hands have touched
who i best understand
held close the neck and waist
of my adult orphan
this summer ends
the evenings we spent
life under china dinner din
wishes best to mystery address
i found deep in your occult key chest

on my suicide cloud
left me in the pit of my morning pout
an emptiness throughout
this scarred and sullied soul you threw out
what possessed you not to ******* me
how have you failed to invite me
how could you laugh with her in that theatre
when you're off and i'm alone