Gosh..

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
I've lived, believe me, I have. This poem is about needing someone in my life that's like a soulmate and makes me muse (like old times).

Submitted: August 02, 2010

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My oil-level is so low that I barely can write poe
Today I cried at breakfast and killed my time
with music and resources.

I don't know where I want to go.

I'm like a filleted goldfish that lies drifting
with the other fish-bodies. I'm neither nothing but me
and I'm rewarded with puke.

And who is going to clean up the mess afterwards?

I would like to keep you all with me
but the first cuts herself open, the second drinks
a ditch, the third is sitting with her children in the guther
and the last, oh the last, is meanwhile already dead

I don't know anymore, who can move me still?

Please give me someone that says something to me
no fellow-sufferes or death-case. No, please no.
A soulmate that loves good music
and has been able to talk to me like how I
haven't still known myself yet

Before the chrysanthemums die in dispair..


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