Dark Poetry #3 |
My Wet Scars (disturbing in a way) |
FadeN2you Junior Member
since 2002-07-15
Posts 15 |
And suddenly the air is cool now, and the butterflies flee without a sound. And life is more a riddle, than music is a sound. There's no raindrops falling, but I can feel them on my skin. And I'm reminded of her, and threaten my mind of him. My arm feels so empty now, without all those broken lines. The ones which remind me I was living, the ones that were left behind. And it's like loosing a best friend, one who made you weak. But these scars are here to remind me, of all the times that my friend made me weep. Because hatred is so flawless, and so are all my tears. It's too hard to let go, to something that you feared. But these scars are forever lingering, torturing my mind with regret. These scars are splashed with raindrops, that make them cold and wet. |
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LadyPeach1 Member
since 2001-06-04
Posts 282 |
I love this poem! Its beautiful! Keep up the good work and write on! LP1 |
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wickedclowngurl New Member
since 2002-07-16
Posts 3 |
this is really good and the reality is there wicked |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Pretty and sad and a bit flinchy. She said burn ... together. |
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