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Her
written by Genocide Reaper07:04 AM 8/10/04She wanted to dance forever in the sky, so her feet we hung up very high.
She wanted to slip in the trance of flying High, so her mind we left to die.
She wanted to grip a soul for treatment, and bury it in concealment. so
We buried her alive.
We showed her what was devine.
I held her in my arms, and showed her all of my scars.
Her fingers sliding over the old flesh that was cut to the bone. Atleast I wasn't alone.
She wanted to tell me the truth of her feelings.
I kept her close and asked about these needings.
She finally told me. And I could speak.
I was just left their feeling deciet.
For when she told me she acually loved me.
The urge to Turn, and Change was upon me.
I had to fight every single feeling I had.
But alas, I lost.. And now she's dead.
I became Bad. Once again. I brought love..To an End. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-10-2004 - 07:08 AM)
| whoa...*in complete and utter awe will not ruin feeling from random blither on comment that will never do justice for the poem* |
by psycho_bunny (8-10-2004 - 07:21 AM)
| I agree with the first comment..... the best I can compliment this poem is with silent awe...... |
by RavenChild (1-12-2005 - 06:45 PM)
| So agreeable....All I can do is stare in wonder and |
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