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There is sickness in the way my
body bends with pain
And my eyes bulge with the strain
not to cry.
Are you laughing because there is
madness in this strange
mind?
So there's sanity in the way you
sigh,
passively. . . Agressively?
If I try and fix things
But wholly you break them end on end
Just know I told you to try
So I would not depend
On the only things that drive
My heart to fully contend
That which calls it now, and
Which called it way back then-
Love.
To fully bow my body
as if in pain.
Eyes screwed up, creating salty lake,
Face distorted--
This is your fun in the back of my mind and
in the fronts my heart acke.
- by Loads Of Laughter |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/12/2008 |
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- Title: Love Like Sickness
- Artist: Loads Of Laughter
- Description: A very very close and dear friend once told me that this poem was really really sad, when he read it. I laughed on the inside. Please give comments. :)
- Date: 10/12/2008
- Tags: heartacke
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Jarmis - 04/12/2009
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It's not bad. Some of the lines have grammar issues that throw you off as you read it, but the idea is good. We all know what it's like to have that stuff boiling just underneath the surface, even as we try to act happy.
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