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I CAN DO BETTER

I hear your words, words of hate.
What have I done? We used to be so great.
You treat me like muck on your shoe,
I try my best, I’ve stood by you.

I think I deserve better, a bit of respect,
But why can’t I leave? I can get better yet.
Arguing is all we ever seem to do,
When it comes down to love, you haven’t a clue.

I’m sick of your stares and your evil eyes,
Your dirty looks and your friends out as spies.
Leave me alone, start being a mate,
We’ll never stay together if you carry on at this rate.

I can’t stand your jealousy, stop accusing me!
You’re a cheating rat, stop using me!
I love you dearly but I’ve had enough,
Please be gentle with my heart, stop being so rough!

Nichola Firth
4.6.99

Ana

Be my friend
Be true, be faithful
I don't care if my heart bleeds
My eyes over flow with tears
Or my mind screams to be free
Let me be taken under your wing
Somehow
I need you...
The consequences are minor
The emotional torture is bliss
And the image..
Is my obsession
I'm on my knees for you
Let me be free
I'm emotionally scarred enough
I love the bones
Just as much as I love you...

kathryn lawn

Waste Land

Written by: Miranda Bolton
All4blue22@aol.com

I could smile and you would not see me
I could laugh but you would not hear me
And I could tell myself that I can control these feelings but I know I will
Never have that will;
I said not to call I said I would not call
ever again
and you called
Again i can not control these feelings inside
You have me controlled by emotions I can not hide
I beg the Lord to give me strength, get a grip on the world we share alone
You said you'd change, but how do I know that you have
And you could see my tears but you would never understand what for
And I could break down, and you still would not really know
Me, the person I am is trying to go on, get out of our world that I've been
Trapped in so long
I'm trying to find HEAVEN in hell
I'm trying to show you what I really am
But to you
I am nothing but an old mistake
IM barren land and my tears have dryad up
No room left to grow roses
At least not to you nor for

You

Miranda Bolton

These Padded walls

when we were, together once more
i had no idea what was in store
so i stepped in the blinding light
but i saw nothing, the only sight
and there i was in an empty space
leavingf it all without a trace
exposing my abnormal mind
but what is that so far beghind
Darkness overwashing me
i franticly try to flee

these padded walls inside my head
try to trap u but gets me instead
and then i drink the red of you
remembering everythign i slew

i colapse inside everything
seeing what tomorrow brings
fortold the winding of the dream
nothings ever what it seems
my mind explodes in a reigning rage
the story gets told ,theres no next page
no dark corners are nearby
nowhere in which i can hide
Only walls surrounding me
walls of broken hearts and dreams

these padded walls inside my head
try to trap u but gets me instead
and then i drink the red of you
remembering everythign i slew

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