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An Emo Poem To My Shoe

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Jan. 8th, 2006 | 05:37 pm
Mental State: emo.
Moaning in Background: As Is - Ani DiFranco
posted by: beanswednesday in i_ship_shoebean

Your boots, as black as my soul,
Crush my heart.
Tears fall like moonlight
From my eyes
As you carve your name into my
Twisted and tortured mind,
Bitter and acidic
Like twelve day old coffee.
Take revenge on my love
For one last time
Before our status of "roomates"
Drives me to the edge of this pain
That no one understands.
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from: zapthatmonster
date: Jan. 8th, 2006 10:44 pm (UTC)

I shun this poem, for I do not understand the Beans pain, I am too caught up in my own shredded heart.

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from: beanswednesday
date: Jan. 8th, 2006 10:46 pm (UTC)

Even my love doesn't understand the way that I feel. My eyeliner drips with my tears for you. My emo glasses are rusted with my pain.

From now on, I won't share my pain with you. You don't understand.

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from: fangirlsdaja
date: Jan. 22nd, 2006 04:09 pm (UTC)

Twelve day old coffee IS bitter and sadistic. A conspiracy, I wager.

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