Thinking about all of those good times,
makes me wish you weren't just in my rymes.
Scince you've been gone,
it makes me wounder where I went wrong.
Waiting for you will take too long.
So now I take the knife,
to be with the one I love like a wife.
Stabbing the blade through my heart.
Feeling the pain and emotion as if I was staring at a piece of art.
I sacrifice my life to be with you.
Maybe now we can make it through.
Still having you in my thoughts,
like when we sat in the grass.
just waiting for the akward moment to pass.
Thinking about all of those good times,
makes me wish you weren't just in my rymes.
A contest entry
- who you love by Merciful-Manner.
431 points, ended June 7, 2008, 31 entries
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Wow......that was cool
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WOW!!!
Nice poem i like it. i can totally relate to this
nice job
~Moonchild~
*oh btw here is a pic of me hope you like it -
Thinking about all of those good times,
makes me wish you weren't just in my rymes.
Scince you've been gone,
it makes me wounder where I went wrong.
strong words hun,
got to me much i must say
its funny how even though things end we still ponder and think about those times.
but remembing what use to be sometimes is the greatest feeling then you have those times it hurts way to much. good poem loved the ryme bunches.
♥ broken
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wow. i love it =]great rhyming skills
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thats really good.for some reason i pictured it all in my head.thats good right?
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goods!!!
i like its
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