soft skin of velvit
sweet sint of rose
i confess my love
thus you are no longer here to take it
you are no longer in my airms
you are no longer in my reach
the solid wall of dirt growing grass at my feet
is as far as i may get
as far as i may reach for your hand
bodys only feet away jeat soles so far apart i weep your name in sarrow an regreat for ill never agin be alowed to slide my hand thrue your hair as you sleep soundlessly next to me,
ill agin be alowed to wisper my words of thinks in to your eir as we hold each outher close.
ill never agin be hold with out you.
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This is a good poem!
I LIKE it...a lot. =)
blood pumping i rise only to fall in to my one sickining pull of filth. the blackend slug gripping to my skin like tar, its heat seiring the fleash. the sweetening pain moving like fog thrue my mind, clouding my mind and and raking the brain till screaming shreeks of horror seep from my calapsing lungs and darkness consume's me.
jumping up from the hellish nightmare i clasp my shaking lims as i move back in to the corner of my bed rocking gently as i suth me self back in to a dark slumber praying to my self that the dreams that pleag me vanish in to the night taking all sanity with them.
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