my dear that cares!
yet i cant wait till die
nor i mean to make thy sad n blue inside
you feel my pain
you see my heart ach
you see me temp sweet death with affection
yesterday i played with a blade
watching blood run down my arms n dripping off my cold fingers
i stopp to think
feeling weak feeling a death treat lurk
passion burns
lost poet
motion in time rust my tears
inside my black little mind
i am dammbed
in darkness
if i shall take my life now
youll see me from above
where angels rest
were gods by your side
on the tip of clouds of soft white toches
were rainbows blossom like fireworks
and i burn in a lucifers tear
you never seen the last of me yet
Reason for writing:
to the person that commented my last poem!
Birth sign: Aries
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