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Emotion It's taking me over Ripping me apart Piecing me together But it isn't the same The glue doesn't fill in the Cracks and the tiniest Of fragments can't be Replaced Like a broken glass That you once loved That you once would have Given anything to Restore But it's gone, Just like me Poetry I ******* hate it I don't know why, I couldn't ever really tell you Why exactly But there's a part of me that Wishes I never Rode this train Never danced with words Or documented these thoughts I don't want To look back on these Stanzas, or whatever they are And cry I know I will Years from now, I will Change I need it so desperately And yet I'm so afraid So bottled up on the inside Caged heart, caged mind Wall after wall In life? I'm a ***** Cold hard, rock solid Ice for words I'm relentless I don't care about Anything Because I can't If I did, I would simply Die Of heartache Honesty It breaks me A cheese grater to My skin Muscle to bone No one sees No one notices What I've turned into After your death Yeah, I said it I ******* said it You're gone and I think that I left with you Why didn't you just Take me with you? Death I don't want it At all I don't want to experience It and I don't want to Watch it happen And I don't want to Feel the seconds escape And I don't want to admit That everything Beautiful Is impermanent. Music Flows through me And I've never written Anything without My good friend Mozart Because I don't think I could do anything Without him Don't be fooled by my Tough exterior I don't listen to metal Because inside? I'm mush Loneliness Is the only real Company I've ever had I don't exactly see Eye to eye with the world It's more like Eye to fist Or eye to throat I'm not sure which I don't think it matters Either way At the end of The day It's still Just me
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Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 7:09 PM UTC
My Good Friend Mozart
Emotion It's taking me over Ripping me apart Piecing me together But it isn't the same The glue doesn't fill in the Cracks and the tiniest Of fragments can't be Replaced Like a broken glass That you once loved That you once would have Given anything to Restore But it's gone, Just like me Poetry I ******* hate it I don't know why, I couldn't ever really tell you Why exactly But there's a part of me that Wishes I never Rode this train Never danced with words Or documented these thoughts I don't want To look back on these Stanzas, or whatever they are And cry I know I will Years from now, I will Change I need it so desperately And yet I'm so afraid So bottled up on the inside Caged heart, caged mind Wall after wall In life? I'm a ***** Cold hard, rock solid Ice for words I'm relentless I don't care about Anything Because I can't If I did, I would simply Die Of heartache Honesty It breaks me A cheese grater to My skin Muscle to bone No one sees No one notices What I've turned into After your death Yeah, I said it I ******* said it You're gone and I think that I left with you Why didn't you just Take me with you? Death I don't want it At all I don't want to experience It and I don't want to Watch it happen And I don't want to Feel the seconds escape And I don't want to admit That everything Beautiful Is impermanent. Music Flows through me And I've never written Anything without My good friend Mozart Because I don't think I could do anything Without him Don't be fooled by my Tough exterior I don't listen to metal Because inside? I'm mush Loneliness Is the only real Company I've ever had I don't exactly see Eye to eye with the world It's more like Eye to fist Or eye to throat I'm not sure which I don't think it matters Either way At the end of The day It's still Just me
© December 2010 Sarah Lynn
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Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 7:09 PM UTC
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