Friday Night

June 25, 2010
By ali8jane BRONZE, DeSoto, Texas
ali8jane BRONZE, DeSoto, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
I am the author of my life. Unfortunately, I'm writing with this pen made of my own bone, it's ink my blood; and I can't erase my mistakes.


My mind is my torture chamber,
my treasure chest,
my hiding place.
I've let you in,
revealed myself,
shown my face.
I've told you,
time and time again.
That if you get close to me,
you'll begin to feel my pain.
I've been without you,
for too many nights now.
For this long I've survived,
but I know not how.
My feelings for you,
are just so strong.
Without you here,
I feel all wrong.


The author's comments:
It speaks for itself I think.

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on Aug. 8 2010 at 2:35 am
ali8jane BRONZE, DeSoto, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
I am the author of my life. Unfortunately, I'm writing with this pen made of my own bone, it's ink my blood; and I can't erase my mistakes.

thank you, i'm glad you like it

on Aug. 7 2010 at 7:51 pm
Francesca BRONZE, Clermont, Florida
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I love this. And I get it, I feel the same way. This is really good. Seriously.




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