This pain has no description
it has envy, hatred, and blood shot tears
no one would understand this unhappiness
Only a friend with a helping hand
Soon I will find one, who is daring
But for now all have left is broken glass
With red paint dripping from my white knuckles
I wait for one day of their return
So each word will be treasured
And the red lilies will return
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Written February 1st, 2006
A contest entry
- i'm in pain and dire need of poems by PrInCeSs AnAsTaCiA.
300 points, ended February 25, 2006, 51 entries
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nice work thanks for entering
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