It doesn't seem fair to me;
that each bone in my body wants to rip apart
every soul that's ever hurt you...
While you continuously
tread on my fingers;
and turn the other cheek
to imaginary
curses.
It doesn't make sense to me;
that I should sleep each day
dazing in and out of consciousness
to nothing but shaking fingers.
While all I can do
is compliment each and every
color you stroked
onto my heart.
It doesn't surprise me;
that my heart stopped beating for you
in the end.
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Checkmate.
Please tell me what you think
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Thats Sad And Sweet XD I Really Loved This Good Write Keep It Up


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i have an awkward time reading some of your personal poems, because i try to read them without having Danny as the subject matter in the back of my mind..
that being said, i like the way you put this one. "While all i can do is compliment each and every color you stroked onto my heart." It brings a sad kind of smile to my mouth. <3
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Heh; luckily enough for the back of your mind,
this poem has nothing to do with Danny.
Thank you for the comment. <3.
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