Yeah I'm not sure if this one is any good. It's different from how I normally write, and I'm not sure if I like it or not. I'll let you guys be the judge :)
Her aching heart was far from cured.
She looked about in desperation
Seeking refuge from damnation.
She held the blade against her skin;
The line it drew was far too thin.
She carved his name into her arm,
So they would know who caused her harm.
Hours passed before they came.
She never heard them scream her name.
They called for help but far too late,
To save her from desired fate.
In her blood upon the wall
Was where she had explained it all.
She found salvation in the knife;
She wanted no more of this life.
She played the game of love and lost,
Now he's the one who's paid the cost.
Throughout the fight they chose to lie;
His lies are why she chose to die.
As he stands upon her grave,
His mental state begins to cave.
Unlike her, he has no knife,
So with the gun he takes his life.
They both SHOULD have spoke what's true,
But neither of them had a clue.
They spoke of hate, but love they shared;
If they'd known, they'd both been spared.
Poetry by Surreal
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Written on 2007-02-27 at 19:15
Tags Suicide Love
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Lover's Suicide
She screamed out loud yet no one heard;Her aching heart was far from cured.
She looked about in desperation
Seeking refuge from damnation.
She held the blade against her skin;
The line it drew was far too thin.
She carved his name into her arm,
So they would know who caused her harm.
Hours passed before they came.
She never heard them scream her name.
They called for help but far too late,
To save her from desired fate.
In her blood upon the wall
Was where she had explained it all.
She found salvation in the knife;
She wanted no more of this life.
She played the game of love and lost,
Now he's the one who's paid the cost.
Throughout the fight they chose to lie;
His lies are why she chose to die.
As he stands upon her grave,
His mental state begins to cave.
Unlike her, he has no knife,
So with the gun he takes his life.
They both SHOULD have spoke what's true,
But neither of them had a clue.
They spoke of hate, but love they shared;
If they'd known, they'd both been spared.
Poetry by Surreal
Read 980 times
Written on 2007-02-27 at 19:15
Tags Suicide Love
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