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If...

by Tragic_Oneliner 0 reviews

If has always been a word that has brought on a frenzy of negative thoughts. Maybe just because I'm an active pessimist, but I also think the word just draws me into a deeper pit of dispair, what, ...

Category: Poetry - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Angst - Published: 2010-03-02 - Updated: 2010-03-03 - 134 words

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If

If silence could burn a hole in your heart, I'd be dead by now,

If words could waltz, my head would be spinning with the sound,

If music was a living thing, I'd have a friend to hold me up,

If bravery grew on trees, I'd have the courage to say I've had enough,

If rain could say what it was feeling, I'd have something to relate to,

If love wasn't misery in a mask, I could have you

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A/N: Probably my shortest poem. I actually remember writing this. It was super late at night (like three in the morning) and I was hunched against my door with my windows opened while it rained. Not sure why I remember this, but I guess it seemed significant at the time, or something.
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