There's nothing here to catch your eye,
I sit you here now,
To show you my pain,
You,
Beautiful as a Spider Rose,
But deadly are the thorns,
Broken are your stems.
I am nothing,
No more than the dirt,
The dirt that lie beneath you.
I am worthless,
Lost,
In love.
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hey, hows it going with you? anyway good poem i enjoyed reading it btw i miss you.. i wish you hadn't of moved but anyway great write. if you don't remember me this is virginia -
IF you are the dirt, then you are what she gains life from, but if you say her stems are broken, then she had left you. I hope any sorrow you have does not taint you into forever bitterness.
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I sound happy??? I really dont think so......
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Ohhhhhh Kay??? So You sound happy in this one.
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