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by EpithetPoet Mar 5, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Feel it in my bosom Deep interred in my chest Quaking of the very ground Of which my feet do rest Yet the world is unmoving Me standing still Yet i feel the very fire Of that infamous Hell Burning deep in my soul Tying my stomach in two Was that very moment When i left you Acid in my eyes Streaming down my face As i fall to the ground In this deserted place Running my fingers Against the barren walls Feeling your presence In these hallowed halls Hearing you cry As you clutch the ring The ring you gave me That happiness would bring The rose you gave me Wilted is its vase Dead in its casing Like the eyes of my face The only two objects To remind you of my life Before our bliss ended By one lowly knife Shopping for groceries On the little money we had Held up at knife point By just a small scrawny lad You cried when i died Heard it echoed a thousand fold As i wept silently Wanting you to hold The image of you Forever i will keep Until you are with me in heaven I'll forever weep -A
by Chloe
That was beautiful. You have talent, and you sure know how to use it!
by «-Pale-Petals-»
one word wow.. Samz*~ 5/5
by stephalee
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