to the edge
you took my heart,
you played the game,
you broke my heart,
you made me cry,
i hope you die,
i hope you burn,
you never showed me love,
just rape and hate,
you took my hand,
you promised love,
and took it all in a blink of an eye,
you beat me,
you burshed me,
you pushed me to the edge,
i took the blade,
i cutt my arm,
i ended my life,
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| let go | 1 | 10/26/2010 |
| lost without u | 1 | 10/26/2010 |
| pushed aside | 0 | 10/25/2010 |
| fighting with the ones we love | 0 | 10/25/2010 |
| to the edge | 0 | 10/25/2010 |
| an empty whole | 1 | 09/19/2010 |
| Not Ever | 1 | 09/11/2010 |
| Got to be strong | 1 | 09/11/2010 |
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