"To Be Dead"Looking up from a pine box in a field inside my head, Everyday I envision what it might be like to be dead. Maybe by cut, maybe by water, maybe by lead, Maybe, just maybe, I might like to be dead."To Be Dead"
Imagine a sea floating gentle on a cove, Seafoam bubbles floating in by the droves. Imagine looking from the highest cliff with jagged ends, And leaping toe first to dive right in.
It would be painful at first until the fear finally leaves, And you release your lungs through an ill-fated sneeze. Then, you wait until you're ready for death, And you breathe in your last
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He’s never enough
Yet still he's more than I can take
Since we talked, I became a published author! Yep, my book will be out next year, a poetry book. I want you to know I'll never forget your support of my poetry. I hope you still have River of Tears around lol
I'll be around when you want to talk, though I'm about to be insanely busy. Holidays went alright. I can't complain.
Anyway, bless you and I'll be around to talk soon Robin! lol
It's freaking fantastic that you got published. Congrats! Of course I still have your poem, I have all of them actually.
Be sure to message me on myspace or something when you're not busy.
*hugs* Be well.
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He’s never enough
Yet still he's more than I can take
I sure will message you.
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He’s never enough
Yet still he's more than I can take
*hugz* best of wishes.
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He’s never enough
Yet still he's more than I can take
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He’s never enough
Yet still he's more than I can take
cheers
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it could've been fucking excellent.
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