Dark Poetry #4 |
Title Undecided |
Nextgamer88 New Member
since 2006-06-04
Posts 1 |
some criticizm and pointers would be wonderful My heart was at the tip of my tongue, I should have let it speak to you. Because then just maybe, Maybe you'd be mine. My heart was there ready to speak, but i squashed its words and choked them down. Yet it Begged to deliver its speach, and what did i do? i slit it's throat, and bled it to death Why do i put myself through so much pain, I ask that question to myself but i damn well know the answer Because that pain is so much less than everything else, And knowing that I have something to reach for, brings light into the darkness of life it brings joy to even the saddest of days but it wrings my heart out and sucks its life away. |
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