Counting the years while crying black tears.
Heart cold and stonelike, facing my fears.
Never too broken to walk on alone.
Never too helpless to break every bone
In your body. I hate how you treat me.
I wish I could hear how you scream when you think of me.
Breaking my heart. If you loved me you'd rip me apart
And I'd die from the feeling of healing my wounds.
So consumed in all of your hate. You don't see
what you're doing to me. But it's really ok 'cause I love you.
And in my heart there's no one above you.
I know one day you'll take me away to a place in the skies.
And I'll slowly get lost looking deep in your eyes.
© 2005
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lol, thanks~ i see that u write poetry, i do the same lol~ nice poem~
Posted 3/15/2005 5:17 PM by Hyasuma
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
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