Thursday, April 13, 2006

One of us is crying
One of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small

13 comments:

  1. Anonymous9:14 PM

    someone said you will know when the mountain falls. guess not.

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  2. babe...i love em. these two posts. *awe*

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  3. hey!
    you almost sound like me toh!

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  4. Put on your white sombrero
    Saddle your horse my dear
    And ride off into the sunset
    You’d better go
    For there is no
    Place for you here

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  5. Anonymous9:17 AM

    Medusa ~ u ain't the only one lol

    ::soft hug:: hope ur feelin' better, girl.

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  6. here's an e-hug from me...hope u feel better!

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  7. Someone is talking like a hopeless romantic.

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  8. this is an amazing piece of writing :)

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  9. Of course, as I was signalling by my previous comment, if we're being honest, the writing isn't Medusa's, but comes from a long, long time ago, in a far-distant place. As, indeed, did my bit of poetry.

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  10. There's a bit of Scandinavian music that fits even better.

    Medusa and I know what we're talking about.

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  11. Anonymous11:24 PM

    o sigh sigh sigh
    why is everyone writing sad poems these days?
    *sulks*

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  12. Tumhe yeh zid thi ke hum bulate
    Hume yeh umeed wo pukarein
    Hai naam hoton pe abh bhi lekin
    Awaaz main pad gayi dararein


    Liked your depiction very much.

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