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Too Fucking Late.
written by Josh_x07:57 AM 2/23/05You put the blade to my wrist
You told me to cut so deep
Why did you sit back and let me die?
Didn't you even feel like you were gonna cry?
I guess you didn't
Your fingertips pushed the blade deeper into my skin
You licked away my blood
Tears streaming down my face
You took my hand in yours
Kissing all the cuts
Soothing the pain
For just a second
I thought we would be okay
But then you snatched the blade out of my grip
And dragged it across my neck
I can see you closing your eyes
Screaming out apoligies
Its a bit fucking late for that shit
i'm lying on the floor
My head resting against the bathroom door
Vision fades
All i see is you
Pressing my lips against your lips
This will be my final memory with you
Goodbye, My love. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Um, Yes...
-Josh.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Dont_worry_i_bite (2-23-2005 - 08:04 AM)
| wow i like it beacuse i can actually see this happening like a movie in my head beacuse of all the details... good job!
its hard for me to put all the detail i want to in my poems but you seem really good at it. |
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