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by Josh May 9, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
I wrote with my blood On that little paper. I devoted my soul and always remembered. But now, you're really gone Just a shape in my head Since you rejected my sacrifice, and left me for dead Im watching that little paper now as it bursts into flame this experience has changed me I'll never be the same. I can't say what it was That left me so vexed. Now I sit alone all day. Who will abandon me next? But that is all over now. I finally feel safer Because my memories were burned away with that little paper
by AnJolina
Thats a really good poem sad but good