I hung up the phone, startled.
How could he dump me again?
I new this would be the last time though,
as i picked up a blade
will holding her hold raosary.
She shoved the blade in my chest,
fainting very slowly.
As her ex-boyfriend came to her grave
he slowly said he was sorry.
Many years later, his kids running around,
he went behind a pillow
and picked up her roasary,
for he never fogot his true love in witch he killed.
A contest entry
- Pain poems, by Christina-is-crazy.
300 points, ended June 18, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the bluntness of it, like this is what happened it makes it stronger and adds imagery. Howerever, it kind of seems like it lacks emotion like the passion in writting it. Like I can see you have the skill but not the passion? It flows more like a short story than a poem.
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Great poem keep up the good work and thanks for entering my contest.
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thanks and your welcome
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