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Pamela Forsythe | All | These walls... |
July 25, 1995 4:21 AM * |
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I look at these walls, so empty now since I took the pictures down reminds me of myself somehow since my smiles have turned to frowns I think to myself how this means nothing to you you never let it be your home and it just keeps making me blue and its leading me closer to home My heart is where I must be in a land so far from here I felt like a prisoner, now I'm free it doe sn't matter that you don't care I think of how lonely you'll be without me by your side but I realize that you'd laugh at me you have to maintain your sense of pride Yeah, so its really your ego that won't let you feel the pain I'll never let you see my tears flow I'll just keep walking through the rain How soon you will forget the eyes that once lit up yours with glee if I seem like a stranger I wouldn't be surprised its been so long since you've said you loved me Thats okay though because I'll remember your words and they'll cut like the sharpest knife Memories will fly away like the birds and maybe we'll both find life Hey I stayed as long as the dream lasted as I once promised you I would but you really didn't need to be such a bastard you should have let me know just where you stood Me, I'm looking forward to finding some smiles I know they're buried deep within and even if I cry for miles which is really the worst sin? Should I be unhappy, forever lost in a world where love is as cold as death I don't know where I'll go, but I've paid the cost and now its time for my heart to rest Its never felt so heavy as it does now so please won't you leave it alone you've broken it into a million pieces somehow and I have to carry it back home (c) 1995 Pamela -The strongest glue for piecing together a broken heart is a greater understanding of oneself. For success is knowing what is right and making it happen instead of leaving it to die in the imagination. My life will be a success. --- � QMPro 1.52 � Am I the only one who has had this thought???? * GAPNet * AuthorsNet[tm] * WRITERS BLOCK BBS * Penns Grove,NJ (609)299-6033 --- InterEcho 1.10 * Origin: AuthorsNet[tm] HQ, Dayton OH, 513-848-4288 (1:110/700) |
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