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Its Only Life - Kate Voegele
Sunday, May 28, 2006
describe my pain

describe my pain
of numb and feel
of wonders on wheels
of an orange peel

it never stop
while yu flyin high
it only breaks
wen yu unzipped a fly

a story told to many ears
flatterin
and flipping
for those with peers

a story of pain
fill of sorrows go deep
a story of heart pinch
of a twisting heat

im left to figure
to let it settle
for my own good feel
of happy and wonder
im down to choose
between 2 scents
a scent of 2 squares
a scent of 2 pears
a heart is dead
a mind is blank
as numb as the anaesthetic pass tru
like how it flows in yu
pinch heat to cool

how can yu leave me wif all d answers
hw cn yu leave me to be ready for the ancestors
hw cn yu expect to build myself up
wen yu happily noe dat im stucked

dis poem is filled wif pain
dat it doesnt rhymes fully plan
rather than plain
again i remind myself deep keep
dat im always hurtin myself deep
i run away wif a broken heart
i stomp on it wen it beats really fast
i laughed at hw its flat and thin
nw i noe in non btr not fit
den came finally d brain
to be squashed n peeled
of its creatyve veins

i need to see yu cry for me
i need to see yu apologise to me
i need to see yu on bended knees
i need to see ur weakend skins

cz im down on my knees
tynkyn of yu
dwn on my knees
hurting for yu
my skins peeled
just for yu
again i predict
for dose i get weak

i need to stop cumin back to yu
i need to start standin on my 2 feet
i need to stop cuting myself deep
i need to start feelin free

and all of dat coz i lurve yu
but den
i seriusly noe if i did


and dats a story of pain
filled wif confused and hangyn answers
filled wif sorrows and dwellin tears
a story of pain hurtful never been feared



im feelin very monotonous
dats why i wrote dis
to add to the situatuion
i met ruzaini
den i recall myself
i reminded myself
of anther heart
anther secret
anther part
again
i ask myself evrynyte


who?


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