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by Erica Brown© Jan 10, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
As I stumbled upon death's door, I felt like I had been there before. Emotions were correspondent, Yet I didn't know what anything meant. But there lay a path, That was the beginning of my wrath. I followed it down, Until I began to walk all around. Something had stopped me, I thought it was you but it couldn't be. You had left long ago, Why were you there, I did not know. Cautiously I walked closer, Till I could hear music from a well-known composer. Your voice was so sweet and tender, I felt myself begin to surrender. But as we began to touch, I jumped away from your clutch. There was no way I would welcome you back, I could not be your beautiful plaque. You hurt me before, I wasn't your w****. So this time I'll let you fall, And I won't care at all.