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this poem is a little graphic!
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this poem is a little graphic! |
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DLM! New Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 2Greenville,AL |
This is the poem I wrote two weeks after my boyfriend was murdered. It is a little graphic, but this is what happened and how I was feeling. **** the World I lost my world to a thug My sweetheart was killed over drugs I hurt because of someone's choice To listen to the devil's voice My life is now ****ed up I've lost any and all hope for love All I have left are memories They don't do a damn for me Michael's up there watching over me Keeping his love burning in my heart strongly I try to forget him but that's too hard My feelings for him I can't disregard He never got a chance to say his goodbyes I never got that last look into his gorgeous eyes I want him here to have and to hold But life goes on or so I'm told They took what I had Just because they were mad What good did it do? Now their families hurt too They've made my life a living hell Now they're sitting in a jail He didn't deserve the death he got They deserve to burn and rot If they'd only listened--tried to understand They would've known they had the wrong man They got in shot him in the head Didn't give a damn what he said They sat in his blood while they drove him out of town They threw him in a creek where he couldn't be found They left him there face down in the mud They didn't care--it was just a white boy's blood They stole his **** and burned his car On the way home they stopped at a bar They were caught a week after his death They took the police to what was left They'll get in court and shed a few tears Then get ten to twenty years But they're not sorry for what they took They took my sweetheart and my one last look Now that I know I wish I could go I miss my Michael more than anyone will ever know I just wanted one last touch But the things they done took all hope for such I want him back for one last talk But my sweetheart took his last and final walk Because of two thugs wwho didn't even care I face each day knowing Michael won't be there I know the game of life isn't fair **** that world out there |
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Paula-Marie New Member
since 1999-10-31
Posts 9Durham, England |
Hiya, DLM. Passion is what fuels our senses, and makes us want to write our feelings down. You are angry at what happened. Make sure you let everything spill out onto paper.Im sorry you lost your man, but you wrote from the heart. Hopefully your pain will ease. We are here for you. ------------------ copyright-Paula M. Allum 1999 |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Hi DLM, I'm sorry. You take care of yourself. Your family and friends will help you get through this. James |
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Rblueyes16 New Member
since 1999-11-16
Posts 2midland texas AMERICA |
that was very deep and very sad. I hope that the thugs get what are coming to them and i hope that writing this poem made you feel better. |
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JesiKa raBBit Junior Member
since 1999-11-11
Posts 11midland Texas USA |
I realy like this poem. My best friend Kris was killed about 3 years ago just because he was sitting in a blue car. Kris was only 13. he would have never even thought about being in a gang but it's sad that people who arn't even in that s*it. What I'm tring to say is that I fell your pain and am very sorry. ------ Some people are happier when ther not there on earth. I know I would be!!! [This message has been edited by JesiKa raBBit (edited 11-16-1999).] |
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