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Its Only Life - Kate Voegele
Sunday, May 21, 2006
sunday bore day

" sunday was greeted with a nice smile
i didnt dream of anytang
to taunt me fer quite awhile
i didnt noe its gna be dis way
i didnt noe its meant to drained dat way
till yu showed while standyng by the bay
i had a few plans and lined ups
fer nw sundays haf been a mixed up
i spend half a dae plannin ward to do
i spent half d nyte cursing everyone true
i prolly spent the whole day here
staring the screen
waiting fer answers
mummy asked me why im at hme
wheres my plans of "NEVER HOME"
i smiled at her and say its gone
dats where she ask me...hw long?
i told her hes gone fer quite awhile
i told her im new and i dun haf time
she ask me why i tynk dat way
i told her its true...hes nvr my way
my sundays used to be spend wif him
where we sit at talk and jus plan in between
till it got monotonously free
we put a spice a fought in between
i got tired of hw d plans worked oput
i got tired dats all we evr fought
nw it ended and nw im at hme
staryng at ceiling
wif evrybody and nobody's home
im writing poems to make it a spree
liek shopping fer shoes wif dat sixteen
dun talk to me wen yu noe it aint true
dun talk to me wen yu jus a fool
cz im one of dem and ime njoyin it
leave me alone
finally pls




till d nex sunday cums and yu noe wards gna be
ive planned it evry week
to be like dis
its nt sounds of regret
nor sounds of pity
im writing ward i feel
ward i mean
tho solitude accompanies my mind
and how forlorn tots keep snorting more dn a swine
mortification is a bliss
why dun yu try it
liek i said..
iw anan be lurved on blissfull bad days
and dats ward i mean...really really mean... "


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