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Untitled
Contributed by
xbleedingheart
on
Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 03:30:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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It’s cold and I’m tired.
But I can’t close my eyes and sleep.
I can hide beneath layers,
But my body will still shiver.
I know it will end soon,
And thats what scares me.
I hate this so much,
But what am I without it?
Tears hit the paper,
Followed by a stream of blood.
Just a few more lines of poetry,
And I’ll escpe the horrid grip.
Hold me.
Touch me.
Save me.
But don’t suffocate me.
Copyright ©
xbleedingheart
... [
2004-12-14 15:30:18] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Untitled
(User Rating: 1 ) by bonita2689 on
Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 03:43:43 PM AEST (User
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You could title it blade, but I dunno if thats what you were trying to get across, nevertheless it was an awesome poem, very powerful yet subtle in a way... great job!
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