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Elisha
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Post by Elisha on Apr 26, 2003 20:26:10 GMT -5

Breeze blew through the window
The night air filled the room
Staring in the mirror
She must be going soon
Picks up the big black duffel
Some money and some clothes
She jumps and then she's finally lost
The girl they think they know
Walks a little ways before
She sees his bloodred car
Never planned a destination
Just somewhere very far
Free from all the bruises
He saved her from that hell
He freed her from the secrets
She promised not to tell
She'll never shed another tear
For the pain she felt before
He took away her misery
And gave her even more

When the night is almost over, just before the moon goes down
The wings of waking angels echo softly all around

TrappedDespair been around the block How did it come to this... Posts: 116	Jump Apr 28, 2003 20:16:01 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by TrappedDespair on Apr 28, 2003 20:16:01 GMT -5 thats good nice peom
	The fever, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself. The tickle, the taste of... It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself.

rissed poet you say i'm a witch like it's a bad thing! Posts: 234	Jump Apr 28, 2003 21:52:04 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by rissed on Apr 28, 2003 21:52:04 GMT -5 i think the same
	it's wise to look ahead, but foolish to see further than you can look.

Maryann22 poet/Gmod Posts: 721	Jump May 6, 2003 23:14:14 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Maryann22 on May 6, 2003 23:14:14 GMT -5 BRAVO GREAT POEM KEEP POSTING. Maryann22

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Post by Maryann22 on May 6, 2003 23:14:14 GMT -5