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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's about a girl who has been hurt by a guy.

Submitted: September 17, 2009

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Submitted: September 17, 2009



I should thank you
For killing the last ounce of emotion
That existed in my entire being
Because now
I have no more tears left to cry
Anger left to feel
Hurt left to fester
Pain left in me
And no more love to give
I am engulfed in emptiness
I have become a Hollow
My eyes are windowless voids
This is the end of my life
The beginning of my dream
The word alone is my saviour
The world Alone is where I live
Where I shall dwell for all time
And he shall dwell in his wine
Fumbling around in drunken stupor
Because his eyes were set on thine
Grapes he couldn’t seem to reach
The addiction is so deep
He cannot recognize
All he can see before him is thine

Eyes, lips, cheeks, tongue

Words painted in cyberspace
Those words he wished he could face
It consumed him
Destroyed him, reformed him
He’ll never see how he won’t change
Her aura will forever be ingrained in him

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