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» Poem: Dying
Dying
written by darktinkerbell
04:46 AM 1/23/05
I can feel we're dying,
can you feel it?
I know you can, you're holding back.
the pain continues with each day
we continue to try at what is lost...
I wish I could say we still have to hold on...
but I feel it's time to let go......
I hate to admit....
but it's time our hearts pulled apart,
letting them bleed,
still asking how this wonderful relationship
turned out to hurt so much and
how did it die, when we tried so hard
just to keep it alive?
my heart continues to bleed,
the blood now runs free,
the heart completely black and hidden away...
why are we holding on?
why are we being pulled apart
when we care so much for each other?
I'm living each day, day by day,
shit happens, people die, things die,
so.....what happens when we don't let them die?


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» Comments / Feedback
by nephilim (3-1-2005 - 07:04 PM)
i can understand where you're coming form.

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