look inside me.

break my heart and see the pieces,

pretend there is a Jesus,

write my story on the wall,

with my blood from my fall,

use the pain from inside of me,

let every one see who i used to be.




Poetry by Dirty-pretty-things
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Written on 2008-01-08 at 09:50

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rob lester
poetry is so very personal.when we read it its kinda like telling
a secret.thank you for exposing your mind.
2008-03-22