I'm capable of the kind of love that only the broken hearted know && the young dare to dream of. I've planned my words methodically, though they'd only reach you via epitaph. The look on your eyes forces my words into my lungs, strangling me with every forced breath.
"You deserve better than this, better than me", you used to whisper in my ear when you thought I was asleep.
Goddamn right I deserve better.
There's a corpse on your side of the bed && she holds me closer than you ever did. The pen is mightier than the sword [I could kill you with just one verse] My favorite flower is a poison, you always said it fit me perfectly. Beautiful && deadly.
"It's slavery in the east to keep you here" you said through crocodile tears, right before you left.
A contest entry
- don't you miss it at all? by hilly.
300 points, ended May 17, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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Such talent you have little gypsy......
this brings back your mighty pen
that cuts and wounds and protects...
Still have that power in your writing....
your work is like a Harley engine
on the open road.
Never disappointed.
Peace always,
Liam
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I love the imagery in this, such beautiful work. You have a real talent here =] x
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