Broken and bleeding
and crushed
like a summer rose
by winter's snow
and torn by thorns
leaving behind blood
and tears.
Every thing's gone all
wrong
and I cant see quite
straight
anymore.
My mind is gone
and my heart is dust
and somewhere in the mist
myself
got lost.
Then you were there,
one last friend
tell me you love me
before it all ends
before the screams
and the shock
and
pain,
before the cursing
begins again.
Before they find me
silent and cold
before
family and friends
are told.
Be my last memory,
give me this peace
a lovely gift
I can take with me.
Be my last hug,
my last
good bye,
be my last tear
that I let fly.
I need this last bit,
this little favor,
be my last something,
but not, I pray,
my savior.
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the last something that meant anything
Comments
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So many emotions! This is a wonderful write. The flow is perfect and choice of words is great. Thanks for sharing.
Rose
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OoOoO I like the feeling this gives me. The words work together quite well. :] I most definitely likes it!
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through words
spoken here
you are still
strong
as you need
no savior
but one
to stand
not ahead
nor behind
but side by side
walking down
life's path
ahead
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Heh...where have I heard that before? *ponders*
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