Shattered dreams, twisted sheets
Am I awake or still locked in a dream?
Irrational hatred, jealously
Slit her pretty little throat
Lost in wild fantasies, nightmares
Emotions twisted, becoming deranged
Walking the fine line between hatred and love
Have I lost my last bit of sanity?
Who the hell have I become?
Clenched teeth, tightened fist
Its impossible to settle on an emotion
Tossing, turning, reeling in the dark
Open my eyes and see feathers fly
Comforting warmth wrapped around me
It was the pillow, not her
It was the blanket, not him
Destined to dwell in unhappiness
Perhaps I have become an emotional masochist
I live to be hurt and almost bid it to come
Lost clarity as to what I want
Broken dreams, tangled sheets
Am I still dreaming or is this reality?
















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*saluts you* I solmenly swear I'll never touch your Tav-hun. Don't want to be at the reciving end of your anger. XD
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Prose + Poetry = Prosetry. Aren't I just so clever.... :-þ
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"I hope to one day look back on my life and say 'I am proud of what I didn't do.'" Myself, August 01, 2007.
Always,
Rob<3
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Prose + Poetry = Prosetry. Aren't I just so clever.... :-þ
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