Final time
a mind was clear of dying thoughts,truly clear of the sort,
that make you want to be,
beried alive,
i knew i cauld never see,
the hope that did arrive,
give me love,
thats all was craved,
secretly, just needed love,
Then i had it,
but its gone in a wave,
and now i sit,
again,alone,unloved,
but this time,
i search for a ryme,
that would fit this strange feeling,
that would describe this thing,
to show you,
i am happy,
to show you i care,
about people,
altough i lost love,i have hope,
i knew the answer all along,
just didnt want to know it.
i will never dream of suicide again.
this time,i mean it.
Poetry by UnforgivenAngel
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Written on 2006-04-29 at 14:34
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