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Tödliche Liebe

Sometimes
You feel like letting go

Sometimes
I feel like holding on

When you look in the mirror
Do you see what you like
Does it make you feel sorrow
Or like running a red light

Don't feel so lonely
There's no place to go
Though everybody wants
A place called home

When I look in the mirror
I still need a flashlight
All is dark in my tomorrow
Afraid of the touch of life

No I don't feel so lonely
I don't feel at all
I've never had a place
That I'd call home

What is this thought
That springs to mind
Seeking that first kiss
That I'll never find

Nothing to savour
No need at all
Gave her my heart
From her hand I see it fall

So sleep well tonight
Let your dreams warm you
I'll switch off the light
Leave my heart with you

Sometimes
You felt like letting go

This time
It's me that's letting go

Sinnaminsun -

I think we all have our own clock inside that tells us

when it's time to move on. Thought provoking poem:)

Rene' -

I feel compelled to read through your sorrow and pain today Mos. It is giving me fodder to inspire my own 'down' day. I rarely have such 'down' time but it is definitely weighing upon my tired shoulders today (last night was a bitch). I like the feel of this, you took control by doing the letting go.

----- could someone turn the world back over, I'm getting dizzy!

I am orbiting, I don't know where, but I am orbiting something!

Mosquitobyte -

Well,(*pushes apathy aside for a moment*) a shame to hear you're down Rene. Perhaps take a leaf out of my book, I've more than enough reason to be depressed on a permanent basis, have done for 30 years. How do I cope? Well, writing for one; always a good start.

I also came to the conclusion many years abck that there is no "meaning" to life, no grand plan, no....nothing in a word. This freed me to persue my life as I see it, kind of a modern day libertine in some regards (hence Wustling).

Free up your mind, you may become apathetic as I, you may not. What you will find though is that life becomes just a little bit easier each day...for the most part.

End.

Mos.