honesttoblog Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 Standing here waiting For a friend who won't come The soul begins to wither * Till it's just left for numb. Constantly picking up the phone At god knows the hour Yet never being helped yourself Leaves a part inside sickly sour. Fed up of these lies The hurt and no laughter Plays around with the mind Making it believe in no after. It starts with small words, Then it simply begins to ignite Till the flame overflows Into this heart filled with blight. 1 Link to comment
CSLX9 Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 Splendid! Sad to think that many feel that way though. Link to comment
Blackey Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 pretty good, its true what they say about artists... the greatest inspiration comes from the greatest pain. Link to comment
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