Tell Me....A Poem by Angelheaded HipsterIm hurting...my soul hurts.Tell me that it's going to be okay Tell me that it's going to blow over like a Santa Ana wind, hot, burning quick, leaving but a memory of words pounded out at 2 in the morning. I've been hurt before, I know this familiar winding road. I've memorized the pebbles I've kicked in fits of anger and irrational tears. I know the side roads, I know the alley ways that are shrouded in my own shadows of regret. You were my muse. You are my muse. You inspire the words that flow. You inspire the sleepless night, along with the denial of the little letters put together that completes the puzzle of my smile. I know this hurt. I know this.... tell me that we can go from here. Tell me that this isn't the end, that this is just a fork in the road of what we call our fucked up life. © 2010 Angelheaded HipsterReviews
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8 Reviews Added on September 4, 2010 Last Updated on September 4, 2010 AuthorAngelheaded HipsterMy name is Amber....my friends call me.....Amber, GAAbout"God made my body and if it is dirty, then the imperfection lies with the Manufacturer, not the product. Do not remove this tag under the penalty of the law." ~ Lenny Bruce "I don't care to belong .. more..Writing
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