Topic: The Dreams About To Die. (gothic poetry)
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Sun 09/01/13 02:35 PM
You have that look in your eye,

don't ask any questions,

I don't know why,

a look that seems to say it all,

words scratched crudely on the wall,

your face upturned toward the rain,

hide the secret of your pain,

words that really can't express,

the more you say,

I understand you less,

thoughts just tumble from your lips,

your head thrust back,

hands on your hips,

I hear the echoes of your screams,

ricochet in my dreams,

it's like your words are in a foreign tongue,

everything you say just seems so wrong,

somehow we cant talk at all,

massive gestures seem so small,

then I begin to realise,

your a figment of my imagination,

such sweet sweet lies,

it's like we're on a different plane,

unfamiliar yet the same,

now I know the reason why,

I laugh at you hysterically,

and then break down and cry,

your just a dream,

about to die.

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Sun 09/01/13 02:37 PM

You have that look in your eye,

don't ask any questions,

I don't know why,

a look that seems to say it all,

words scratched crudely on the wall,

your face upturned toward the rain,

hide the secret of your pain,

words that really can't express,

the more you say,

I understand you less,

thoughts just tumble from your lips,

your head thrust back,

hands on your hips,

I hear the echoes of your screams,

ricochet in my dreams,

it's like your words are in a foreign tongue,

everything you say just seems so wrong,

somehow we cant talk at all,

massive gestures seem so small,

then I begin to realise,

your a figment of my imagination,

such sweet sweet lies,

it's like we're on a different plane,

unfamiliar yet the same,

now I know the reason why,

I laugh at you hysterically,

and then break down and cry,

your just a dream,

about to die.