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Wishfully Thinking (of you)

Poetry By: SelfDestructiveDesperation

Take from it what you can. It means different things to different people.

Submitted:Feb 22, 2007    Reads: 89    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

There are problems in this life of mine

I've yet to know why

I cannot seems to satisfy them

Therefore I cry and cry

Waves of confusion crash against my weak and weary soul

Sadly, "I'm not who I used to be", not a person as a whole

Its amazing that I have not yet burned and to the ground I'd crash

I am stuck here in my ocean of termoil, and it is at others I have lashed

My only wish is to be important to someone

To be held close

To feel the beating of another human heart

And to know that heart is mine

I wish that heart would shed blood for my protection

Time after Time


We are taken a-back and scared away

But it in the hands of love, it is my life I will lay

Is love and compassion too much to ask?

Or are we afraid of what awaits at the end of a grooling task

A tower of emotions

And in each room a different thought

But it is in one certain room that our torn souls are caught

We know that someone holds the key...the key to that very room

When when that key turns the cruel lock, that is truely the end of our gloom


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