Slashes

by jeffery sechrest   Apr 27, 2007


What I did so wrong to be here with out you.
I just don't know.
Your last words ringing in my ears.
As your face fills my vision a tear runs down my face.
A few slashes on the wrist was all that I could do.
And in the morning when they find me.
I'll be clutching your picture to.

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  • 17 years ago

    by tryinXtoXholdXmyXheadXup

    I like this but i would add the word " to " to the end of the last sentence it helps the flow a great poem, check some of mine out if you get a chance,
    nessa