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Contributed by
Johndoe
on
Sunday, 1st January 2006 @ 04:27:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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some names are meant to be strictly whispered you slowly said to me
while caressing my chin, you asked me what i expected to be?
and all the silence came flooding between us to rip me to shreds
there goes your finger again across my cheeck
as im spread out across your bed
working its way towards the drop of emotion headed for my pursed lips
and to keep from overflowing, i try to mainly concentrate on the feeling of your fingertips
im asking myself how i could have fallen for this nasty Trick
and one by one the the reasons appear like pictures in my Thick head
and visible are razor blades, as you eagerly wander towards spread legs, blood stains that never fade... on the center of all my shirts
here ive learned the truth Infact Truly Hurts.
so heres to you the bearer of my blatenly obvious bad news
******* fall beneath my eyes, before you decide its mine tonite you'll use.
if only my heart was hollow if only my eyes were shallow.
Copyright ©
Johndoe
... [
2006-01-01 16:27:23] (Date/Time posted on
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