You don’t know the pain,
The never ending screams that plague my thoughts.
Deprived of the warmth,
And left outside in the cold.
Slowly decaying,
But still so frozen.
The core of my soul has been pierced by your bullet,
But it never was a clear break,
Lodged in there forever,
It is worse than dying.
I will never forget.
Author notes
I need you. Can't you realize that?
What do you think?
Comments
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Damn good choice of words sweetheart this is a good write and u seem like a good writer, keep up the good work.
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my god...
duuuuuude....
your writing got even better during your absence.
this is awesome, I &hearts it. Especially the last four lines.
Well penned, daughter....
~HH
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a cold poem that opens the heart to a kind of pain that could nearly kill it, amazing poem, keep it flowing
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