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These words flow from the tips of my fingers,
As they have many many times before.
While the feeling empty meanings lingers,
My originality lays battered and sore.
It is all so familiar,
The pain and misery.
It is all too similiar,
Your emotions are the same with me.
This is not a feeling of sorrow nor joy,
Not phrases of anger or empathy.
But the feeling of playing with a used toy,
The sneaking feeling of apathy.
With this I leave you,
To find the meaning.
With this there is few,
To find the feeling.
- by PainterofDeadGirls |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/12/2008 |
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- Title: Apathy.
- Artist: PainterofDeadGirls
- Description: We read poems of a large range of emotion. We fawn over these heart-tugging words, but to me, there is the underlying feeling of familiarity. A feeling that it has all been done before. This will lack those emotions of loss and hate, and will take on a void.
- Date: 12/12/2008
- Tags: apathy emotion empty used ancient
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- Dead Tourniquet - 12/14/2008
- that was a great poem. . . .ur a good poet ^-^
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