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Hope
By toy soldier
I find my self lying on my bed
with prospects
of candle lit sex
running through my head
But now Im sure its too late,
lying on this bed
With her in my head
ive traded hope for fate
I know it would break her heart
but it would be the best
for her and the rest
if we where apart
.
..
...
..
.
Hope(noun):the denial of reality
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Copyright 2005 toy soldier
Published on Thursday, September 15, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Hope"
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On Wednesday, December 7, 2005, lordshadow
(153)
wrote:
fuckin awesome.
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On Thursday, September 22, 2005, Butterfly
(99) wrote:
Your pieces always tear me apart sweetie. Write me sometime. Miss ya. Beautiful by the way.
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On Thursday, September 15, 2005, Six-Out
(1435) wrote:
Shit man. If there's anyone that makes me sit back in my chair and realize that i've been torn apart, it's you.
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On Thursday, September 15, 2005, Philla
(95) wrote:
"ive traded hope for fate" I simply love that. This poem just left an imprint on my heart. Simple, yet it digs deep. Love it. -*Philla*-
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On Thursday, September 15, 2005, serotonin lost
(145) wrote:
i like the defineition, so true but so often it is denied, brilliant piece.
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On Thursday, September 15, 2005, elisa
(1616) wrote:
if there were a modicum of truth in this...... my world would simply blink-to-black and fade away.....this destroys.....very effective.
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