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Avenue of the Lost. Figures.
I could rhyme with that
But some people might lose their hat.
She walks alone.
He doesn't care.
They had taken a dare
So, He thought, there.
But He doesn't realize
That he's chosen his own demise.
Because if She is gone,
He dies.
He rocks in a ball
As he realizes he's lost it all.
He feels like a porcelain doll:
If He's dropped, it's the end of His brawl.
But He's already been dropped.
On the ground, He was plopped.
The doll of himself breaks.
And His heart is still there, but it shakes.
It's terror.
It's grayer.
It's Lust.
It's Dust.
He now walks
On the Avenue of the Lost
Straight down the middle.
- by insaneheartless44 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/17/2010 |
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- Title: Avenue of the Lost Part One
- Artist: insaneheartless44
- Description: Please comment all you want--I love opinions.
- Date: 07/17/2010
- Tags: avenue lost
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- SpunkyEmoChick - 07/27/2010
- Wow ! thats reeeeealllly good im serious
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