dark secrets
Night has come
I lay here dead
Blood dripping
wild screams
fearful dreams
tortures pain
my life in vain
i want to cry
i lay here and sigh
dead to those you can't see
how preicous life can be
why do we hurt what we love
will we ever see a beautiful dove
can death be sweet and clean
what does life really mean
i'm scared and can't show it
my life will end as soon as i know it
though you don't care about me
pray that i don't end up in misery.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| My feelings for/of you | 0 | 09/10/2009 |
| my crossroads | 1 | 09/10/2009 |
| in public | 1 | 09/10/2009 |
| ASCENDING | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| dark secrets | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| My hurting heart | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| to you from me | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| My Heart | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| Beautiful Sad | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| Empty | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| in my mind | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| kiss, hug, and goodbye | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| Help!! | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
| An Ending | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| Long time | 0 | 06/09/2009 |
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