Her life, Her soul, her history
The one hundred block- Three stops from his heart.
"it's not too late" He said. and the speed of their car never slowed.
But it was.
The nightmare came like mud, thick oozing filth. Temporary insanity.
Bottomless falls where evil is in every crack and crevice of her soul.
The words "I love you" paralyzed her momentarily.
Like cancer of madness inside her brain.
Demon of her nightmares:
It's little finger nails scraping on the inside of her skin.
'Go away! Drop dead! leave me alone!'
... He was tall and perfect.
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Written December 14th, 2005
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okay that is one perplexing poem ....uhhh okay how are u then
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no words can describe how good this poem is. yeah....
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Amazing
Wow... this poem really blew me away. I think that this is one of those writes that will relate to plenty of people in one way or another. You've captured a great deal of emotion within these written lines, and you've even managed to tell a short story with a deep impact at the end, I'm amazing. Thanks for featuring this and giving me the chance to read it.
♥ Fancy
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Hmmm this left me perplexed in a way that I wonder if this is a love poem or a sad love poem...even after re-reading it twice Im still perplexed by it but the flow is good Ill grant that
Rae
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