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Date Added: May 29, 2010 05:05:52 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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1-14-10: Irish Eyes are Drowning
I have never seen you and still I feel so sad
I can't offer an anecdote on time that we had
The reasons of your demise make me so mad
If only you had ran away before it got so bad

Of all the words they shared, so full of hate
Not a loving word to save you from your cruel fate

Too little, too late

Hear the words of others
Get out while you still can

Too late

Beauty and demeanor
The strains of jealousy

Too late

Entering a new world
To unforgiving misanthropes

Too late

Beyond the recognition
Of those who rule over you

I'd bear the burdens with you
If it wasn't too late

Hanging in a closet is the result of her torment
The stalking and the insults all came and went
Manifested into their defamatory ascent
Something like an adolescent social sacrament

Of all the words they chose, abrasive and uncouth
Nothing else matters here as we face a wider truth

Too little, too late

They stood and watched
As you tried to adjust

Too late

Snapped the neck of tact
And buried the remains

Too late

This kind of behavior
Is surely nothing new

Too late

Murderers in essence
Unbeknownst to elders

I'd bear the burdens with you
If it wasn't too late

So fly high young one, just as you did in life
As your peers were always the ones twisting the knife

But it's too little, too late

Smash the clock to pieces
Time has stopped anyway

Too late

Delegate your life force
To those that suffer this

Too late

Take my hand and try
To live for more than hate

Too late

Your hand is growing cold now
To match the bitter world

I'd bear the burdens with you
If it wasn't too late...
Author's Notes:
Phoebe Prince.
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