I wish I could explain to you how i feel
but the words never come out right
If only your love for me could be real
then we'll go dancing through the night
Never looking back
with the knife in my hand
I have the urge to just attack
as it drips in the sand
it goes in deeper and deeper
Sharp pains through your flesh
the knife gets stepper and steeper
you see it like a thresh
Blood runs down my hands
when i look to what goes done
When i remove it your skin expands
to you it was bad but for me it was fun
Author notes
Um idk what i wrote this for it was just stress i had to get off my cheast!!!!
Written June 13th, 2005
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excellent
lollerskates i find this humerous -
good
WOW!!! 8^o you just had a violent Olivia moment congarts lol good poem man.
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