I'm weeping gently into an arm,
That I'm suprised to find is my own,
Now you've condemed me to solitude,
I must live this life alone.
Still together but torn appart,
By choices we have made,
Your scornful poison burns my flesh,
Now my graceful guardian slayed.
Yet through this misery I struggle on,
But no effort was made on your part,
And yet for your love I sold my soul,
Before your fingers tore out my heart.
I am sorry that I am not strong enough,
To be everything you want me to be,
But I am sick and tired of being,
This fake someone who isn't me.
By Marc.C.Gillings
Please tell me what you think
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fucken wicked i love it
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It's great Marcky Marc to see that your finally channeling your losses into your art. The emotion is stirrs up can sometimes be the most powerful force behind writing poetry as I'm sure your aware. And I love the final two lines. They are definitely the most important lines and these are super dooper!
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