You wonder why the menocide?
Into my pillow my tears confide
the secrets that are lond since gone,
the memories have dryly died.
You wonder why the bleeding wrists?
When you held my heart tight in your fist,
you let it quickly fade away,
My first love and my last kiss.
You wonder why the broken heart?
You held me and watched me fall apart.
I breathe you in for one last time,
even though the day you left was just a start.
You wonder why the tearfilled eyes?
Your kisses came and went with sighs.
I pull you in, I forget the world,
My lungs collapse, and my hands are tied.
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Written November 12th, 2005
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this was a great poem i loved it!!!! your a great writer i love the vivid imagery you put into this one good write keep up the good work !!!
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hey chelle. that was really good. i like that. what is it about.
*hugs*
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~this was vurry nice, i am also curious what it is aboot!!! I NEED A WHY BAKE!! bwuaha
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thats funny....lol i hafta potty....not that you needed to know that
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i have no clue. how about some chick is going all psychiatrist on me about it. lol. I dont feel this way *gawsh* lol
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awww its good....what is this about? you are my favorite!
~britt~
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