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PlaceboDec 31 '03 Write an essay on this topic.
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I find my self watching for her, the girl, the Placebo; the clone. She could be my Ex all over again, I could redeem my soul through this heavenly reincarnation. I go outside to smoke just to see if she will be there, so that I can look at the face. What a face, such resemblance- sisters! What similarity in personality- Strength! My Ex the one who stood up to me, who knew me and yet loved me still. I long for her, I long for her Placebo; the thought of touching my Ex through her. Losing my mind, convincing myself that one is the same as the other, that a fake is the same as the original. I loved my Ex like no other, and she haunts me in my loneliness. The Placebo is the curse I am too weak to fight. There are so many reasons not to want her; so many feelings I can't resist. The look in her eyes takes me back to another time, another girl, that I could convince myself she is. To stroke her hair and touch her face, a drug I couldn't kick. It would set me back five years. She, my Ex, is worth it, even for a copy. |
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