Train of Consciousness

By maliceman

TheĀ linesĀ upon the page
The ink is going to stain
Words flowing from my brain
Hate stemming from my pain
I always feel so cold
I need someone to hold
Someone so brave, so bold
I'm worthless, or so i'm told
My hands, they always shake
My feelings feel so fake
Save me for my sake
Cry me a river, or a lake
I'm longing for a touch
That will never be enough
Be it gentle or be it rough
Tell me you're in love
But i will know if you lie
Waiting 'til i die
Refuse to even try
My penultimate sigh...

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Copyright 2011 maliceman
Published on Monday, August 29, 2011.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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  • dwells On Tuesday, August 30, 2011, dwells (4177)By person wrote:

    A river or a lake! Great line indeed and an overall curiosity the befuddles us all at one time or another.

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