It’s all over now.
The smoke is rising from the barrel of defeat.
The crimson liquid is flowing from my heart.
I lie here in pain and regret,
as I brush away a tear from your face,
I wonder where it all went wrong.
I wish for that tomorrow I could touch you,
kiss you, hold you, and say I love you.
Knowing full well, it will never be.
As my last breath pushes past my lips,
I smile and think how wonderful life was
with you in my world.
I’m sorry it turned out like this.
I never meant to make you cry.
Goodbye my love, I'll see you on the other side.
Author notes
Just a poem that popped out of my head. I guess you can say it's how part of me feels with how my relationships are going. This poem isn't to me about suicide... but really being shot down one too many times. This would be the more literal sense.
Please tell me what you think
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Aww Michael hunnie! This poem was really pretty! Awwwwwwww.
Don't worry Michael, I still love you!!!!!!!!!!!!
Great job, just wow!!!!
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Interesting
Very interesting. Shows the romatic side of you. The hopeless romatic you you say you are.
Wonderfully done my AP cousin.
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Nice poem.
Indeed, love does at times - suck.
So does life.
But at least you have friends to keep you going, right?
One must always be thankful for that.
And I see you too, write freeverse/freestyle...
This could be a very nice friendship.
♠ Mel ♠
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hey
its is a really good poem
it brings out a side of u
keep it up and never let go og it
love
waterroxie
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