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November is a time of fright
sleeping in the cold of night
another day alone
another day from home.
I shall not return for fear
that for your lies I’ll shed tears.
Im tired of the bull s**t I hear
so for now I refuse to stay there.
My minds made up
my wings have spread
the lies I’ve heard ,I want you dead.
No more forgiveness
because when I cry
you shall see the real me .
For all of your life goodbye.
- by anonomoose |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/27/2010 |
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- Title: November
- Artist: anonomoose
- Description: A poem i wrote last november, when i was homeless.
- Date: 03/27/2010
- Tags: november
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Echo Ligeia - 04/08/2010
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Good emotion, but amateur writing. I saw beauty in your first two lines, but it was lost after that for the sake of confessional writing.
I advise more effort. Try to give your feelings the credit they deserve with less cliches and more originality and genuineness. I currently give it a 2/5. - Report As Spam
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