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He, Her
written by Lovely_Suicide02:00 PM 9/4/04He, Her
What a perfect couple
How perfect they look together
Holding hands
Smiling
But no one knows what pain they will inflict on themselves this very night
He, Her
They lay themselves in the bath
A knife by their side
He asks her to hold out her wrist
He cuts it spilling her blood onto him self
She does the same to him spilling blood his blood on herself
He, Her
They are wrapped in each others arms
They knew that the world had caused them so much pain
That's why they did this
No one would hear them out
No one would take notice of them
They felt unwanted and uneeded
He, Her
Now lay in this bath
Thats silently filling with their blood
They cry
For the pain that they feel
Wishing they could of lived to get married
To of learnt the meaning of 'love'
He, Her
Now lay there
Breath softening
Tears drying
Blood still spilling
The bath is still filling
He, Her
Are dead
No one will hear from them now
Their dead but not forever
Their love still lives
Strong and pure
He, Her
All you will see now is two dead bodies
One a male one a female
Wrapped in each others arms
Bathed in blood
But clearly loved each other dearly. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
i actually got this idea from a picture is it sad or just gay?
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| » Comments / Feedback | by run_with_knives077 (9-4-2004 - 02:35 PM)
| *cries* I want my cory back *screams and runs into wall* owwwy..... |
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