my poetry
"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn"
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
last beat for you
Your words, sharp like dagger,
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Pierced through my heart.
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Your rage, so powerful,
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Ripped it open.
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Bleeding over old scars it had been,
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waiting to be healed but never.
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"Lub-dub, lub-dub"
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Today,
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it beats no more,
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bleeds no more.
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