The Story of Grief

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Grief kills Love. Pain comes to Grief. Grief becomes a cutter. ENJOY!


We wish and we want,
For what is not.
In me,
Love was once sought.
Until, dearest Love, was shot
By a maiden
Who's mind was quite shaken,
For she was not all there.
Not that anyone cared.
This wicken was named Grief.
She killed love in Noontide's shadow,
Yet her sadness remained.
So she slit her own veins,
As her blood scattered as rain.
And still to this day,
So they say,
Grief remains,
Slicing all day

In hope that her brother,Pain, shall go away</3


Submitted: March 05, 2012

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