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Minutes are passing like hours
And hours could go on for days
I sit here, sexiffied in acceptance
Of your slightly shutdown ways

My coresette, blouse, see through skin
Hide a sorrow felt by all
I am hollowed deep down, lost within
this caesium of a body small

Is it right to love like this?
Disclosed as void and dumb
Or were you wise to end your life
No shame in being numb

I wonder this as time stands still
Here in my present tense
Of all the ways the mind can ill
Depression just makes sense

 

 

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©16 November 2011 - 3:53am — running_with_rabbits
16 November 2011 - 6:18am — dancergirlrox
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:)

I like it. It "just makes sense".

But still, it wouldn't be wise to end your life. :) Justt sayin.

I like how it rhymes, haha. My poems do too. Not so many people on here write rhyming poems that I've seen, which I don't really understand because I always end up rhyming accidentally when I try to write one that doesn't.

17 November 2011 - 12:18am — running_with_rabbits
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Thanks

thanks for reading my poem love, and don't worry, a friend of mine killed himself, i am just coping, i love my daughter w to much to ever let myself kill myself :)

Much Love

Ashley

16 November 2011 - 5:30am — poet610
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Hide a sorrow felt by all

Very nice write, I guess we are all hiding or even to some point fearing something, I think for the most part is our own judgment.nice piece keep penning 610

17 November 2011 - 12:19am — running_with_rabbits
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I agree we are our own worst

I agree we are our own worst critics and often judge ourselves harsher than others judge us

Much Love

Ashley