Transfer'd. POEM

Monday, October 22, 2007

7:56pm 7/2/04
mood: you tell ME how I feel...
Stinging the eyes of the beholder,
sweet pain and sorrow reach the surface..
trying so hard to be bolder,
wrapped in precious crispy lace...
the girl of unknown horror,
replying to the unheard silence..
some feelings rose and tore her,
losing all signs of common sense.
a poem of small importantance,
with small meaning to those who just don't know..
in eyes with an everlasting dance,
in the 'kill me slowly' show..
sorry just don't cut it
forever suffer is her destiny..
feeling as though bit
a poison now rests in she..
quiet and alone and yet
a glimpse of help?
don't want to owe the debt
or on her heart a remaining welp..
follow into with a frown
not knowing the future or beyond..
maybe a world worse than down,
or a beautiful existance-fond........

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