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Bloody life
written by Trapezium08:33 PM 11/15/04I'll hand you these red-white roses,
As the very last thing I do,
Blood stains litter the perfect cream elegance,
The pure petals remind me of you.
I'll hand the rose to you in spirit,
As I live my bloody life no more,
The last few moments were thought of you,
As this rose made my throat sore.
Prickly brown spikes jagged across my life,
The rose tells you I'd die, I'd do anything,
And my spirit proves I have,
I love you and all the happiness you bring.
Shattered soul scattered across my grave,
When I lived I was broken and already dead,
Don't get your hopes up high,
If you think I'm alive you're misled. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I've got no fucking clue why I wrote this. It's like some kind of suicide note for her. Except I'm not going to die. *shrug*
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| » Comments / Feedback | by -Crimson_Defeat- (11-15-2004 - 08:39 PM)
| Very good. But eep. You're not going anywhere. I'll even march over there to help you XD. Love you.! |
by Dark-Kitsune14 (11-16-2004 - 01:05 AM)
| i think the poem is awesome. even if ur not going anywhere, it seems like someone is. awesome |
by dacode05 (11-16-2004 - 07:23 AM)
| You are now my second greatest poet here...well done sandy. |
by Genocide Reaper (11-16-2004 - 08:17 PM)
| Its cool bro. I think it kicks balls. |
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