One way or another

by Court   Dec 6, 2006


It's the same old faces,
in the same old places,
not too far from home.
Still can't eat, still can't sleep,
I'm falling very slow.
No one to talk to,
keep getting blown off,
still i walk on.
Losing my hope,
holding this rope,
not sure what to do.
Forget the past,
its not coming back,
The only thing left is you.
I'm sick of dragging my life around,
it's just a burden to my soul.
The one thing that means the most,
is so far away back home.
My heart aches so much,
my lungs are full of glass,
it hurts so much to breathe.
I cant do this much longer,
as my mind starts to ponder,
not sure whats worth more to me.
I'm so broke inside,
but when you ask i wont admit.
If i had one perfect moment,
I'd tell you how much I've missed you,
since I've been away.

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  • Awe that was cute. I loved it.

  • 17 years ago

    by tinna

    I like the way u describe feelings by putting them in reality like the glass in ur lungs, well done great poem!

  • 17 years ago

    by lisha

    Wow... this is a real good poem, u got lots a talent. keep ur style...