switch blade

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    switch blade

    Laying in bed
    Blood shot eyes
    Numb heart
    Broken knucles
    Empty body
    Pale face
    Dry lips

    That's the saddest state she's ever been in
    He tore at everything she's ever had
    Questioning every motive, word, and I love you
    He'll regret hurting her
    She really loved him
    He had no clue
    That by one sentence
    Could kill everything
    She ever wanted
    How the words " I dont love you"
    Could cut so deep and for soo long

    Laying in the coffin
    Closed eyes
    Dead heart
    Broken knuckles
    Empty body
    Pale face
    Dry lips
    And he did regret not loving her....So this way she  would always know how sorry he was. he wouldnt ever be able to hurt her again

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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