Stains
30 May, 2004
Author: Shaun
the mirror was shattered
so was my mind
kicked in the heart
and stabbed from behind
sheltered from fear
sheltered from light
always losing the fight
shallowed thoughts
and bitter words
taken for granted
taken for more
waiting for the sound of your body to hit the floor
as i turn towards the door not looking from behind
what should i have known for i was blind
saw the stains upon my hands
not of blood
but of more
a story to tell of hate and sorrow
maybe tomarrow i will see only blood
but tonight it is more for tomarrow i shall not see the sorrow
------- Author's Notes -------
this is just me starting with a sentence and flowing without even really thinking i think these are the most true kinds of work not one that takes alot of thinking but one that u just go with |
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| Sweet Sara (216.39.188.163) -- Tuesday, June 1 2004, 11:11 pm this poem was great and its true that the work that forms by itself are the best. nice one Shaun. *hugz* Sara |
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