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Another poem, another line.
Another person pretending their fine.
Another hour, another day.
They wish that they could get away.
Another heart break, another tear.
Another excuse they just don't wanna hear.
Another paper, another pen.
They write they want to be strong again.
Another story, another lie.
Another night that they will cry.
Another band, another song.
Another day passed, slowly gone.
Another scream, another doubt.
Their wishing they could just get out.
Another forced smile, another broken heart.
They wish their lives would just restart.
- by S e c r e t Opheliac |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/14/2010 |
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- Title: Another
- Artist: S e c r e t Opheliac
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Description:
I wrote this in response to my English teachers question to me:
"Why do most write poetry?" - Date: 05/14/2010
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- asdfghjkljhgfds - 05/28/2010
- Where you write "their" it should be "they're". Otherwise I love it! So true.
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