November 12, 2010 at 11:33 pm
Poem, T (13+)
Horror | Sad | Death
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I exposed my heart it is very sad, and forgotten it shatters like a glass.
It bleeds furiously; there is no way to replace my heart with the sadness.
Needle and thread won’t work, not even a staple gun I feel someone try rip my heart out.
Squeezing the blood out of my heart, it brings lust and despairs and rejoices.
A pluck of my hair the wind blows, away just like a leaf lying on the ground.
My own head bounce like a ball, or a broken record waiting to be smash in tiny pieces.
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