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Post by Laura on Jan 20, 2006 23:13:34 GMT -6
I'm feeling close to nothing nobody has anything on me why can't I believe in love again? why can't I be torn to shreds?
it's not that I'm asking for it I just wish there were some feeling left the outside is beginning to blend with the in all worn out, tired and thin
I'm missing every point stranded in a hotel room miles from home but I never feel sick I don't even feel wasted after too much to drink
and when does it all end? or where should I begin? I want to remember how to feel that's why I'm here -
and it's not that I'm asking for it I just wish there were something left the ouside blending in with the rest . . .
all blood, no glory.
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Post by QueenPaige4 on Jan 27, 2006 13:24:12 GMT -6
I liked this piece it was very well written good job
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Post by Only Me on Feb 9, 2006 0:14:56 GMT -6
well written in deed. It seems like there is an underlying message under the underlying message, like maybe what you see isn't really what you get? you know what I mean?
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