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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
lame, sorrowful, spur-of-the-moment z-w poem. i'm not a poet, see if you can tell!
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touching, feeling, though feel like dying
living, breathing, i just keep flying
they took the stars from the sky above
they took my land, they took my love
my head tells me what we did was right
and i know that he wanted to fight this fight
but in the silence in the dark in my bed
i no longer seem to listen to my head
my heart screams while i remain dumb
with the burning knowledge: he will not come
my fingers are on the trigger, the gun against my head
just one touch and i would be dead
sometimes it's unbearable and i can't stand the pain
and it seems i will never ever smile again
they saw my love and took him from me
but i still and will always have my serenity
note: written in a bad mood durin' a history lesson so... not particualarly inspired. but you get the picture. think maybe i should stick to fanfics!
Saturday, May 26, 2007 9:17 PM
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