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Until

Member since 2002 · Posted 5 Dec 2002 · 13 comments

I was just a figment of your imaginatination, A speck gathering dust in the farest reaches of your mind, A single fading star in your galexy, You didn't know me at all. The sun comes parading across your thoughts and dreams, Obscuring the night, Covering the darkness with light, Until, like the star in the universe, I drift away until i am gone. I slipped like sand through your fingers, But i have left a black hole, In the wilderness of your soul, You didn't realise what you had until i left you.

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13 comments

[8] <{Baba^Yaga}> 8-Dec-02/2:08 PM Reply

perhaps.

[6] <~> 8-Dec-02/2:19 PM Reply

and maybe never will. just because you have much to offer doesn't mean the other needs or wants it. sorry.

[n/a] lunar › <~> 10-Dec-02/2:24 PM Reply

yeah u are right it took me a while to realise that

[n/a] RGallet › <~> 7-Jan-03/5:20 PM Reply

Dark Angel needs it, trust me. And deep down, he wants it.

[3] limonade 29-Dec-02/12:38 AM Reply

Maybe you were obscuring what he had, before you left?

[n/a] lunar › limonade 29-Dec-02/9:34 AM Reply

oooooooh yeah maybe that makes a lot of sense.

[9] Dostoyevsky 12-Jan-03/2:38 PM Reply

i like this one alot i reallly really like this one, im not just being nice, this one is really good, an easy 9

[9] T'ien 21-Jan-03/6:25 AM Reply

i would give it 10 but there so cheap and meaningless so i give better than 10 9

[10] MuDvAyNe 27-Jan-03/10:23 AM Reply

*stands up and applauds* wonderful, it actually brought a tear to my eye, wonderful

[8] thepinkbunnyofdoom 29-Jan-03/4:32 PM Reply

Very sweet. I'm a sucker for break ups so its an 8.

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 16-May-03/1:34 PM Reply

I was just a figment of your bum
A speck gathering filth in the farest reaches of your breeches
A single fading stain in your underpants,
You didn't know me at all.

The bum comes parading across your thoughts and dreams,
Obscuring your face
Covering it like that complete bastard
Who covered my own face with crisps.
I procrastinate obscurity like a gnome.

I slipped on a giant dog,
But i have left a little something,
In the wilderness of your breeches,
You didn't realise what you had until i left you and your underpants accidentally landed on your face.

[n/a] lunar › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 18-May-03/1:41 PM Reply

Thank you i like it, very refined.

[6] Jill Stockinger 27-Dec-20/4:23 PM Reply

farest- you mean farthest? galexy- galaxy
cliche- reword it?: like sand through your fingers