11/03/2008
Poverty
A smile measured in three bites of a chocolate chip cookie
Love counted in the music
Life assessed by the things we lose
A chance meeting without being able to look at one another
Romance blooming like a flower in the dark
Wills tested, tried and triumphant
A relationship measured by miscarriage and hate
Friendship broken
Choice made harder
It was too grown up for him
This chance to be a man
Forgotten
A marriage measured in placebo pills
Counted by a widget
Assessed by the things you don't know you'll face
This is who you are
A shattered, broken people
Unable to heal
You can't move forward
Hindrance is your best friend
Stuck in the past present
Still thinking of her
Cannot escape her visage
This phantasm of your misspent years
You should have made better friends with honesty
Cast away shadow
Lived close to light
Yet this is still your darkest hour
Lost the light
Retained the dark
Embraced nothing
Stood for nothing
Are nothing
And so you shall be remembered
The shell of who you should be
Living in abject, miserable poverty
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What's with this EMO stuff?
Posted by: Matt | 11/03/2008
Huh?
Posted by: autopia500 | 11/09/2008
*holds hand on top of head to form a question mark*
Posted by: arnieland | 11/18/2008
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