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You And Me
You: I take the knife out of your hand.
I see the blade and I understand.
I toss it aside, the epiphany.
The angels will not take you from me.
Me: What if I hold the knife fast?
I refuse to relinquish it from my grasp.
The devil is my own betrothed.
And by your angels I am loathed.
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Tears of Blood
Tears of blood
Stream down my face.
I try to hide them
But they spread
Like a plague.
The pain is showing
All over my body.
The redness of blood,
Like a poisoned apple,
Has stained my skin.
My nails are caked
With the forgotten tears
Of those from the past
When I still cried
These tears of blood.
The red sinks into my hair,
Dying it the color of death.
I cannot escape it.
It is always there
Like a drunken tattoo.
Make these stop
I'm drowning in blood
The red sea is up to my chin
If I let out a scream,
I will drown and cease to exist.
Maybe that's the best.
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Why Won't You Love Me Back?
I kiss you softly,
Savoring your taste.
I scrape my teeth
Down your neck,
But you don't even moan.
I brush your hair away
And kiss you on the forehead
Before pulling you close to me.
You don't respond.
You don't even blink.
You just sit there as I caress you,
I want more,
I would love more.
But you don't give back,
You can't give back.
Because there's a hole
In your chest
Where your heart
Has been ripped out.
You are dead
And I'm left loving
Your cold corpse.
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My original poem DON'T COPY!
Thought of this when i was in the car, it's funny, pretty much all my poems, are formed when I'm in the car ^^
I don't know why though
I just get bored, and start writing ^^
Thought of this when i was in the car, it's funny, pretty much all my poems, are formed when I'm in the car ^^
I don't know why though
I just get bored, and start writing ^^
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Sad that gasoline is the price of your inspiration 
but alas, good little poem
but alas, good little poem