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Poetry By: coolkatz0
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Poem about stuff...


Submitted:May 14, 2012    Reads: 29    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


my heart aches without you here

tears fall knowing you're nowhere near

Their stupid smug faces surround me

Their words cut like knives, piercing my body

I miss your warmth

I miss your smile

You being here makes the suffering worth while

You make the pain more bareable

You being here because the days go quicker

You make it easier to ignore them was my parents bicker

You're the reason for me being here

baby you saved me

I wouldn't still be here if it wasn't for you

baby you're my hero

but you don't have a clue

you don't know who i really am

The 'me' you see is really just a scam

i pretend to be better

because if i won as those years ago, i wouldn't have met you

but it's hard to pretend to be happy, again and again

It's hard to prevent yourself from bringing forth the end

and if i did it, course there'd be a letter to send

But would you ever read it?

Would you have the strength to sit and think of me

reading my last thoughts over and over?

Not once, have i ever found a four leaf clover

not in a book, not in real life

not in a photo, i only ever found my sharp stainless steel knife





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