rips and scares

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

just a short poem

 

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


Submitted: February 17, 2012

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Gareth6Davies

Really great!

Fri, February 17th, 2012 9:22pm

betsyt

I love the raw emotion in this poem! Excellent job!

Fri, May 4th, 2012 6:25pm

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thanks :P

Sat, May 5th, 2012 11:02am

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