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Love is Dead
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Love is Dead |
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Encarta Member
since 2002-02-14
Posts 101My homeland is not of the world |
Love is Dead -Matt- Love is dead So I lower my head And begin to cry Whispering goodbye My heart ends My chest bends My tears are blood Love was a dud Love is carried away to be baried By death and pain Oh look at the woeful rain Ashes to ashes, dust to dust I pulled the handle and I bust I asked for a bandaid And I recieved the queen of spades Thou art dead, the band sings Then I recieve the suicide king His hand covers his empty heart His sword through his head, like a dart Love is now burried But I remember when it carried Me in it's arms to a place so true Away to a place with you But now love has gone away And my heart went stray Screaming alone it's bloody cries Bleeding through my tearstained eyes Love is dead and my heart ends So I lower my head as my chest bends And begin to cry my tears of blood Whispering goodbye because love was a dud. I know, it's not well written, but I decided to post it all the same |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Yes sometimes it doesn't work out as hoped for...James |
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Lisa_bebe15 Member
since 2001-11-15
Posts 151Florida |
wow..thats really really really good..I love this poem...Better than I can write..Read some of my other writes.. *Lisa Ann* |
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Encarta Member
since 2002-02-14
Posts 101My homeland is not of the world |
I for one must disagree lisa. I love your poems. They show your feelings so strongly, that the reader can feel them too. You express your emotions so well that the ready can feel your happinees, your anger, your grief, and relate, and know what it feels like. Isn't that what's poetry is all about? |
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