Dear Lane,

Dear Lane,

A Poem by Miss Suicide
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I'm not really sure how I feel about this one. It was just my thoughts one day, and I'm not even sure if it makes sense...

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After everything we've been through

I know that I mean nothing to you

Once upon a time we may have cared

But that was then, our hearts are scared

Now to try again it seems so bleak

Our souls are wandering forever to seek

For what we could never hold

Never finding comfort from the cold

Of empty love in its harshest respect

No one wants what isn't perfect

We wanted it all in sweet embrace

Now all we want is to erase

Everything that happened then

So we can make these mistakes again

© 2008 Miss Suicide


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in-ked-ah-bull.

i know this feeling.
i feel it every where i go.
i can't stress how hard it is to actualy
hold on to passionate feelings we call "love".
they disappear so easily and no one seems
to know why...


good write.

-Dana

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So beautiful and bittersweet... You bring alive the pain of loss, love that has crept away into the cold. Your words are so vivid and perfect...

Craig

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It sounds so good, and the words flow nicely. I didn't get the meaning of this poem entirely but Is it about letting go and trying to come back together? As always your poetry always makes me wonder and think but sometimes I get confused. Keep up the great work, I will understand all of them eventually =]

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Miss Suicide
Miss Suicide

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There are two sides to every story. And mine is literately night and day. By night; I am a sadist, masochist, pessimist, and just about every other malicious -ist you could think of. My mind runs a mi.. more..

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