25 Send Poem by elenore elizabeth

the heartbroken one
sat at a dinners table with her head in her hand
she was shaking so badly she could barely stand.
her dearest friend walked in and sat on the other side
she reached her hand over and whispered, 'please tell me what it is that you try so hard to hide'.
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'i dont know what to do what to feel, god some one give me a pill
i dont know what to think, how to speak, has some one got my drink?
dont give me hugs i need drugs
i feel so god damn dumb, i want to be numb
so give me something to make this all go away, so i can go on another day'
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her dearest friend so far away, but closer than any one else on any other day
let her hand dropp to the table, and let her friend carry on with her fable
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'its a whole thats in my chest, it never lets me rest
i try to read all the saved messages and wonder is this a test? please tell me this is a cold dark jest?
those messages i have trouble reading, all 25 of them screaming at me, needing me, pleading me
i try to give in, but i dont know where to begin; the first message? but things are different from the way they were then
possibly the end? to start my newest trend? of holding holding back tears and debates on what messages to send? fears of being spotted on what i pretend? '
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the heartbroken one lifted her head, stopping the words of her friend before they were said
her face was the same, unperfect skin with eyes that were tame
small pools of tears fall down her face, she lifted her hands but her hands were the wrong one's to take the claim
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'are the dreams still in action? do they still have all the passion? are all the hopes still in fashion? to speak of them should they be shunned?
should i believe all those messages sent? should i believe all the words of the repent? should i let them pay the rent for this beautiful pent?
are all the emotions still there? or in one nights, were they that easy to tear? if so, we would have made a beautiful pair, with equal love to share
i want to believe they are all there for me, but my words just sounds like a plea. without a voice to say of certainty my heart still beats unfree.
i need to know, should i let all my tears flow? all my new fears show? or should i stay silent and learn control
my heart, my sould, dearest friend i need to know. i dont know how much more i can take, as much as it does not show. at this lying thing i have become a pro'
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the dearest friend, and angel the spirits send
reaches into her pocket, and hold out the eletronical ticket
,
'dearest friend, i give you this please do not dis. i can give you no answer you seek but i can give you a way to peek'
she placed the phone in her friends hand and took her stand
the heartbroken looked down and saw the dialed number waitng to comprehend what had just happened
she moved her thumb to click send. she lifted the phone to her ear and didnt hold back the tears, when the beautiful voice answered the broken one whispered
'please dont let this be the end'