Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Broken_Heart, May 9, 2008.

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  1. Broken_Heart

    Broken_Heart Active Member

    If life's a camera,
    mine's set on standby.
    If life's a guitar,
    I can only play one chord.

    Something's missing, and I try to find it,
    but deep down, I know I never will.
    The world is crashing down around me,
    burying everything I knew with random debrie.

    Normality is here somewhere,
    long lost, but can be found.
    The emptiness instead of me,
    is becoming hard to bare.

    My life is music,
    but every song ends,
    and mine may be shorter than usual.

    Soon, the music dims,
    and slowly comes to a stop.
    If only some stray notes would play,
    but that would throw the point of suicide away.
  2. Lead Savior

    Lead Savior Well-Known Member

    I don't want to pluck the strings of my song any more either
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Good poem :hug:
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