04-05-2002, 04:34 AM
I wrote this back in May. I'm not really particularly happy with it other than a few lines. And the message.
It's kind of weird. I don't ever write like this either. It the typical poetic style. Usually when I need to write, I end up just writing whatever is in my mind.
what if everyone you knew turned their back.
tempted to cry but just felt a lack.
stood around wanting more.
feeling cheated, feeling sore.
you felt you did so much good.
you felt you did it all right.
you sat alone each and every night.
realize that everyone you knew was just a glimpse,
of what you thought you knew.
who could tell.
who knew.
that they all were better for not knowing you.
so as you lay there,
cold.
dead.
you now know that everyone really never knew you.
It's kind of weird. I don't ever write like this either. It the typical poetic style. Usually when I need to write, I end up just writing whatever is in my mind.
what if everyone you knew turned their back.
tempted to cry but just felt a lack.
stood around wanting more.
feeling cheated, feeling sore.
you felt you did so much good.
you felt you did it all right.
you sat alone each and every night.
realize that everyone you knew was just a glimpse,
of what you thought you knew.
who could tell.
who knew.
that they all were better for not knowing you.
so as you lay there,
cold.
dead.
you now know that everyone really never knew you.
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i want something good to die for, to make it beatiful to live</center>
i want something good to die for, to make it beatiful to live</center>