Blade

by emily mackay   Jan 20, 2009


Baldes falling over me
My head of thoughts run fast
My heart tells a histroy
My cuts are my past

This place is full nothing
Emptiness all around
No tiny little footsteps
Nothing not a sound

I feel ive been left
And i dont no what to do
I keep flashing my memory back
Each time its of you

I dont think i no my mind
Will i ever want to no
I just wish for the feeling
When i finally let the rails go.

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  • 15 years ago

    by CHANGE

    Thanks for the comment i love this poem
    and you are great as well!!!!