by Cody Jan 31, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
The blood so pure so clean. Like a rose through a heart letting you know it’s the end of the scene. One last soft kiss on your lips, as the color of the rose fades. The heart slowly dieing taking away all your pride. Leaving you to lie hear broken wishing for one last try. Tears are so meaningless now I can’t even cry. My last breath coming, I can feel it like your kiss pressed against my lips, telling me everything is going be alright. But the kiss was a fake, leaving a nasty taste in my mouth much like my last breath will. For I died to young, to proud to just admit I was wrong. |
by Erika
Hey... well this is craZy getting on here and reading your super old poems but gosh is it sad, I guess it's just easier to forget th |
This is EXTREMELY EXTREMELY good |
by Erika
Alright I've commented on all your poems i think, but for some reason i just keep reading them. I get something new everytime i read them. It always means something different to me each time i read it. I Do like the poem though, it's good, and it's probably for the best right?I just want to say i'm sorry, sorry for it all. |
by Erika
It's really good, and well written, but I don't agree with it at all, and I don't like it in my own opinion, but it is really good I have to admit. Nice job! Just so you know, I"m happy for you:) |