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It wasn't I
written by Bloodfilledcinnabuns10:20 PM 2/10/05It wasnt I who drug
That blade across
My skin
Because your little girl could never possibly sin
It wasnt I who causedd
That strawberry gash
Because you star
Could never crumble to
Ash
It wasnt I who had
A fresh thirst for fresh crimosn
Blood
Who sat so helpless
AT night as tears formed a
Flood
I wasnt I who lasted five
Weeks with no fresh scabs
Who smiled as across
Her skin the blade
Did drag
It isnt I who regrets
Picking up that tool
Drawing in the sarrow
Of a tear filled pool
It wasnt I whos feathers
Fell from her wings we looked for any
happiness an angel could Bring
It wasnt i who sta
And dreamed of days
When nothing mattered
Who sits with her
Life displayed, so torn
And shattered
It wasnt i who dreamnt
Of the days when she
Was just so small
Who never knew anyone that
Had eevr broken her every fall
It wasnt I who sat
There with bracelests
Up her arm who
Covering the marks of her
Regrettable self harm
It isnt I who has all the
Scracs all up her left arm
WHol shall never be rid
Of the crimson she cried
It was never me for I
Could neevr do all those
Things to myself.........
Is it true?
It was never me
Who would sit and catch
The tears that i cries
No Iam sure it
Couldnt possibly be....Be me....
Could it? |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Hello everyone i had already posted this once one a different screen name but just tell me what you all think of it
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| » Comments / Feedback | by cuttie (2-19-2005 - 04:46 AM)
| I think it is a realy good poem, but it is also realy sad, di u really do all of that to ur self? |
by Bloodfilledcinnabuns (2-22-2005 - 07:45 AM)
| YA true and ya i did all that stuff to myself |
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