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Excruciating

Contributed by VixenGirl7 on Thursday, 20th January 2005 @ 07:51:02 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



True love doesnt make you bleed,
Till theres no blood gone,
True love doesnt lie,
From dusk to dawn.

Soul mates are meant to stay
Forever by your side
Together to run your lives
Until the day you both shall die.

Love shouldnt be painful,
But with you Im raw ,
Body Sliced to the bone
And still Im in awe

You still seem to captivate me
Keep me wanting more,
But my lungs are on their last breath
As you beat me to the floor

Lying in a all familiar puddle,
Of my own warm blood
Practically drowning
In the silent crimson flood.

To hurt to run,
To scared to scream,
Our love seems so far away
As if I were in a dream

Your mood is like the weather
Changing everyday,
Hoping your anger was just a phase
I kneel and begging to pray

Father help me as I fear Im dying.
From Broken bones, and make-up covered bruises.
Can our love coincide and comfort the pain?
Because honestly father, Im sick of making excuses.

I just don't know how to explain the pain i feel,
The wounds so deep they touch the bone.
To deep for stitches to seal the flesh
To deep for my lungs to take another breath....




Copyright © VixenGirl7 ... [ 2005-01-20 19:51:02]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Excruciating (User Rating: 1 )
by Spazzo on Thursday, 20th January 2005 @ 08:02:57 PM AEST
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I can relate to this. Sometimes though it drives them to suicide or to drugs, well that is me I am speaking of but others could do it to I guess. You did well, for it not to have happened to you.

Spazzo


Re: Excruciating (User Rating: 1 )
by QueenEEliz33 on Saturday, 22nd January 2005 @ 01:09:29 PM AEST
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In your poem, you were descibing the drugs as your love, right? It was such a good poem, its amazing how you captured the emotion of it all when you havn't even experienced it




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