Suicidal Love Story

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    Suicidal Love Story

    I saw you in the hallway and took the opportunity of watching your every move.
    When you turned my way and met my eyes I thought to myself, "Is my heart supposed to fly?"
    Breaking the gaze I felt my face as a hot, uncomftorable sensation began to sprout.
    And I asked, "Is this really what love is about?"
    It's the end of the day and we all go home,
    But in my mind I stand alone to bear with the heartwrenching feeling I have inside me.
    When night time comes and all are sound asleep,
    A thin, sleek razor appears from beneath.
    The correct thought that we can never be turns the switch on for a life of misery.
    As the blade pierces my flesh, I see the bright red poison that drips from my veins.
    Another slip, then a nick or two and the first dreadful night is through.
    Morning breaks and it's time for school,
    That means another torturous day without you with me,
    Then I saw her on your arm and a single toxic tear burned on my cheek.
    From that day on I knew it is not meant to be.
    On my way home I fantasize about the future.
    Where I'm with you and there is no more torture.
    Then I lock myself in my room and cry all night long,
    I let more poison spill from my veins, with burning tears pouring down my face.
    Life isn't the same as it once was ever since I saw you in the hallway,
    I can burn on the sun.
    I can look up to the stars and visualize your face, staring back I have chosen my fate.
    So I wander alone in the streets of disgrace when I hear a loud noise come screaming at me.
    Then those big, bright lights coming over the hill,
    When they appeared out of the darkness I waited for my chance then wandered on the cold pavement and took my solid stance.
    You will have no idea that this was for you.
    So I left this world with no pride or glory,
    And now so ends another suicidal love story.

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    am2anangel commented on Suicidal Love Story

    05-27-2009

    the true feeling of unrequited love is felt in this poem and the pain it brings when you feel there is no hope. very well written.

    Makai commented on Suicidal Love Story

    04-22-2009

    sad really that she thinks she can't do better there must be so many others that tickle her fancy.....;)

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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