cuts make patterns
Your words and my cuts show the pattern of how you broke me and how you make me feel they intertwine in such a perfect line blood drops on the floor andI understand you dont care anymore with this knife I should take my life beacuse with out you there is no worth of living for you hate me so there lies no life where I am because you refuse to take my blood coverd hand
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Change | 0 | 06/22/2014 |
| working on | 0 | 09/24/2013 |
| New life | 1 | 01/11/2013 |
| Anger | 0 | 12/27/2012 |
| cuts make patterns | 0 | 05/01/2012 |
| hearts of ice | 0 | 05/01/2012 |
| Now that he is gone | 0 | 03/10/2012 |
| Not your life | 0 | 11/22/2011 |
| DONT WAST YOUR BEATH | 0 | 11/08/2011 |
| FADE AWAY | 0 | 11/05/2011 |
| the past | 1 | 07/29/2011 |
| famliy | 1 | 06/04/2011 |
| famliy | 2 | 01/16/2011 |
| darkness | 3 | 01/16/2011 |
| don't give in | 1 | 01/16/2011 |
| why me | 2 | 12/11/2010 |
| confused | 1 | 11/27/2010 |
| pain | 1 | 11/27/2010 |
| love | 1 | 11/27/2010 |
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