I tore rusty nail marks into your pale skin and i guess it never meant anything to you, but they matched the ones on my sweaty palms and on his face, where I made him bleed; but I could never hurt you.
Somedays I wish you really did exist, but like everything in life you had to be beautiful, and shallow, I guess I wouldn't of minded had it been the other way around.
Every crowded room I look for someone a little like you, but no-one finds a flaw enticing and with that loneliness only came despair, our friends always said what we meant for us, but i guess you were always told a different story.
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- A contest for people to write poems by Cerulean Sunrise.
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Comments
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Nicely written. Reads deepish and personal. Be Well
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This was really deep, and the imagery was great.
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