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written by pongster18204:50 AM 10/17/04The blood I bleed,
tastes bitter and dead
like the times we were together.
The looks you spill upon me,
drives me to insanity.
The needles of a cactus
were cut into my skin
in a deep pain
like your broken promise.
The heat from your breath
against my neck
makes my heart race.
I still loved you,
you loved me.
But why?
Why are you the only one
I let in my heart?
I was stupid...
or mayb...
You were the best thing that happened.
We were great,
but what happens when
perfection isn't allowed in the world?
It's twisted and torn down.
It is the end.
Is the end.
The end.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by hobo (10-23-2004 - 01:18 AM)
| the ending part was creative |
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