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| 07:54am 10/09/2003 | ||||
umm... i have an eye apt. at 9:30 i might be getting contacts and getting rid of my funky rectangular rimed glasses. ain't like i wear them anyway. ill probably wont wear the contacts either. defeats the whole purpose of me going to the eye doc today dont it? i wrote a poem in church the other day. **PRAY** The shards of glass Used to cut away At the hands That are clenched tightly together Blood dripping down to the white carpet But still they hold tight as glue Never to break Only to stay tied forever And for always... ------------------------------ heres another one **without wings** Recession of these thoughtless forms Nightmares and stale bed sheets Are what im reduced to -- I was your angel The doese of medicine Kindering to your broken heart -- I'm your lap dog Lingering on your every word And all you do is push me away -- We had the "suto-quazy" happy existence Now we're the melting ice cream on an 8 year olds popsickle stick Unhappy With sugarcoated commercial smiles Plasterd on our emotionless faces -- Can't we go back to hello? -------------------------------- welp im off to get dressed. ciao |
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