Thoughts by yomah

2D • People • posted on Jul 27, 2006

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........................ Every night I lay in bed with all my thoughts still left unsaid Above me I hear your restless sleep, pray sweet dreams I wish you'd keep You're in pain, you think no one can hear, I'd pull you up close, if I could only get near Your eyes tear, I'm right here, to make the pain go away but you're in your bed, and I'm in my head, here we stay It will be alright we'll make it through another night. ........................ I'm tired. Not sure whaat I have left, the above words are crap but the thought's there. I cna't get the words out in the right order, I keep f#ckn' things up. y

Comments (6)

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stu1234

4:30PM | Thu, 27 July 2006

awesome work but i think you have uploaded it twice

ARTWITHIN

5:19PM | Thu, 27 July 2006

You may not like the poem, but I think it is beautiful and I understand it. Your painting is also beautiful. You capture a certain look of confused sadness. Together they make me think of the struggle between love, fear, and unending forgiveness. Your work is very powerful yo.

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Lashia

10:59PM | Thu, 27 July 2006

I like the write up, I dont think it is bad at all. I know the feeling, as well. Another beautiful girl, you always capture the beaty perfectly :-)

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SoulSearcherr

11:30AM | Fri, 28 July 2006

very beautiful she is..such haunting eyes..I feel as though I could reach out and touch....and the deep longing of words...sigh..

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yomah

12:29PM | Fri, 28 July 2006

I guess it really is s#itty. The girl is Sara, cleaned up, without makeup. If the resemblance is missing it just goes to show how much a f#ckup artist I am. The pitifully whining words were my piss-ass attempt to describe my emotions as I lay in bed hearing Sara cry herself to sleep. She doesn't know I can know, her sorrow drips from the ceiling and soaks my sheets engulfing me in it's misery. We share the same barely beating heart of shame. Like a predator who can sense weakness or innocence in a child, I can feel her anger, shame and sorrow. I only wish I could bring her to a place were the crying isn't secret anymore, were I can bear her weight and carry her as long as it takes.

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