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rips and scares

Poetry By: twinkletoes

just a short poem

Submitted:Feb 17, 2012    Reads: 34    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

take this knife

and with my syth

slit my throat

let it bleed on my coat

when you see my hearts been torn

thats when youll know why i morn

shoot me quick

kill me slow

ill never say why i go

cut me up to stop my soul

from leaving you with a gapping hole

sing that song "the witch is dead"

but really think you want to cradle my head

that one last time to kiss her lips

to sew her heart and glue the rips


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