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Red blood & Black tears; poem
Topic Started: Aug 5 2007, 08:22 PM (40 Views)
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Her blood spilling to her left,
Her tears dripping to her right,
The knife in her draw,
And,
The mascara around her eyes,
Made the perfect combo,
For disaster,
The knife was on the ground,
The same red as the floor,
The mascara mixing with her tears,
The black and red mixing,
She screamed for help,
But no body came,
She screamed again,
She heard running,
With her dieing breath,
She screams again,
The door opens
She looks up with the remaining power,
She saw...


In hospital,
Waiting,
And waiting,
Beside her rescuer,
She is upset that he won't say anything,
He’s sitting in dark corner beside the door,
She saying to her-self,
Why,
Why did you save me?
You don't know what its like,
What it's like to want to die,

He looks up,
Staring at her,
Then the only word to leave his lips,
Were,
I do,

She was confused,
Then she looks at his wrists,
There were cuts on his wrists,
He stood up,
Took off his shirt,
And walked into the light,

Cuts on his wrists,
Neck,
Chest,
Back,
And his ribs,

He walked up to her,
And said,
i love you,
That’s why I saved u,
And she said,
I...

A wedding,
A honeymoon,
And a divorce,
Have all come and gone,
A death,
A murder,
And a suicide,
Have entered her life,
More cuts,
More red blood,
And more black tears
Are to come,
Less love,
More death,
Is all see can feel,

This is the life of a girl,
Standing on a grave,
Cursing at the sky in anger,
Begging for him to come back,
The one she loves,
No answer,
She would sell her soul,
Pay any price,
Do anything,
To get her true love,
Back in her very arms,

Then the sky darkens,
The sun disappears,
It rains with sorrow,
Sadness,
For this girl,
Willing to do anything,
To get a loved one back,

But with sorrow my friends,
You can't bring back what is gone,
She had to find that out the hard way,

Then she’s on her way home,
A car comes to a deadly stop,
In front of her,
She’s grabbed and pulled into the darkness,
A candle lit,
She looks to her side,
Then she yells,
help me please,
It’s the...

In the darkness of her room,
Calming her self,
She has been raped,
Bashed,
And cut all over,
She’s telling her self,
That there is no help for her now,
Her lover was dead,
She had no family,
No life,
And no one to help her,
She was all alone,


Then there was a knock at the door,
She ran for it,
She got there,
It was the doctor, who helped her love and her’s-self,
He said,
Your husband died of a Disease,
A poison had killed him,
For one of his knifes,
He told her to stop or she might be the same,

As he walked away,
She walked back inside,
With a smile on her face,
She was pleased,
That her husband did not kill himself,
And that there was somebody who cared,

She started to think,
About was the doctor had said,
Should she stay the same?
Or change to an everyday person,
She was thinking,
And thinking,
The she said,
I will...

The knifes stayed,
She would risk her life,
But it was the only way,
To remember her lover,
She slit,
She cut,
She gashed,
The knife went deeper,
And deeper,
But the more pain,
The more she loved him,
She couldn't stop,
She had to do it,
For the memory,
Of her lost love,

She continued,
To cut,
And to remember,
But then she said to herself,
Is this what he wanted?
Or me to be free,
But it didn't stop her,

After two weeks,
Twenty cut a day,
She fell to the ground,
Nobody was there,
The loss of blood,
Was to much,
She gave in,

Two tombs,
Side by side,
Same type of people,
Different types of death,
She missed him,
He was missed by no over,


This is a sad set of event,
Never let the same happen to you,
Or others,
Spread this around to you friends,
So they can read the story,
Know what a great life they have,
Unlike this girl.
bye
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Kissiq
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excellent.. applaus applaus applaus thumb up real good story/poem
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kevin
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nice poem
Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake a whole relationship easily
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