She cries,
And her tears fall from my eyes.
I had to beat her down,
So I could survive.
Her silenced voice,
Lies entrapped in my throat.
I know her pain,
The burden is ours.
From mirrors she watchers,
Each reflection will show
A bruised breathless girl
Who can’t cry anymore…
Because I cut out her heart,
We shared, her and I…
And a broken heart did us no good.
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Written July 29th, 2006
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beasty
this is a good poem, keep up the good work!

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