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A poem when i was in fact bored of loving somebody

Submitted:Sep 12, 2009    Reads: 460    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I'm so bored with love

And it's passionless limbs

That drape over my head

In a woozy state of emptiness

It wears the same red heart

My soul picked out hitchhiking

Of highway stupidity

I'm so bored of my own love

And it's emotionless whims

That follow me

In an annoying cloud of desperation

Clothed in a black nothing

Until I raised the knife to my wrist and the gun to my head

In a silly streak of sadness

I threw away my life


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