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Dying Rose
written by cryptic_misery08:08 PM 6/15/04Open Cuts will bleed
Dreams are make believe
I feel just like a dying rose
I stab myself but no one knows
Stone cold and forsaken
My soul he has taken
The devil's inside now
Farther beyond down
Suddenly it hits me
I stop and I can't see
I hear a voice calling
I know I've stopped falling
It tells me to breathe,
And I get up and leave
A petal will fall,
As I walk down the hall
I look back and see
The dying rose...is me... |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by MaYnArDiSmYhErO (6-15-2004 - 10:21 PM)
by Trapezium (6-27-2004 - 05:30 PM)
| wow, tis very similar to black rose, this is a very good poem and explains how i feel aswell as how you feel |
by Trapezium (6-29-2004 - 04:01 PM)
| my e-mail is sandy_morley@hotmail.com or alex_morley_2007@yahoo.co.uk
i'm not a very good person though, you're better in my opinion, i feel like the worst person that's not of any use, well hey, this is a bloody good poem |
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