Everytime you used me
my heart bled;
my soul broke a little more.
So when they asked me
how these crimson marks
came to be.
I blamed your soul
as sharp as a knife;
it cut deep.
They looked at me
with shame in their eyes;
they couldn't understand.
Why I let you continue,
but I'm already broken;
there's not much more to save.
The tears on their lips,
indicated their pity;
pity that couldn't heal.
There are scars;
ones you can see
and others you can't.
Each mark holds a memory;
a memory of you.
Author notes
Have fun while you're away char.
For char's contest!
(Edit: entered again. By Darkstatic)
A contest entry
- Whilst I'm gone...... by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
300 points, ended February 24, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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This was a simple, yet powerful write. You had great imagery.
thank you for entering.
~Cassie
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thanks I'm glad you think so!
you're welcome!
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beautifully writren and inspired from the prompt with such a sad and depressing effect in your words well done
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I'm a depressing person
thanks I'm glad you thought so!
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