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by Raquel Dec 25, 2005 category : Dark, fantasy / unexplained
My wrists are the canvas and the razor is the brush my pain is turned into art as i think about you Blood drips down my heart forming tears of your name i throw darts on the wall as i think of you Your my healer my one release my true love with cupids arrow but now you've gone and left me stranded and i'm i'm so alone because of you
by Wallace
Very good poem, I enojoyed it, keep up the good work. PS. Plz rate and comment some of my poems.