Monday, December 20, 2004

'Lost hopes and dreams'
Slit ristbroken-hearted childern laughing in the dark ally of lost hopes and dreams,I walk this street of broken-hears and broken-dreams.I stand here waiting for my turn it never seems to come so as i lie here listening to the voices of the children playing and laughing.Slit rist broken-hearted as i lie here remaining undescovered.Shed no tears now that im gone let my legacy cary on.
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'Loves Cures'
She couldn't stand the silence,
She chouldn't stand the tears,
She couldn't stand her life,
After only fifteen years.
He was her intire world,
She gave him all she possesed,
He did the same in return,
They were thought to be obsessed.
Their love couldn't be reached,
Couldn't be touched by any other,They were all they needed,
They only wanted eachother.
From two they became one,
They made eachother hole,
They filled eachothers voids,
They filled eachothers souls.
Everything was perfect,
Everything was great,
Till that one damning day,
They were told they whould have to wait.
Her parents were moving her,
To a distant place,They'd be torn apart,
Couldn't see eachothers faces.
They swore they make it work ,
Vowed to stay toghther,
Didn't care about the distance,
They'd be together forever.
She gave it all she had,
She did her very best,
Yet he didn't pass the test.
While she was thinking of him,
He had found another,
He said he couldn't do it.
She was devastated,
Hert heart was torn strait out,
she'd been such a fool, She should have listened to her doubt.
From then on they stopped talking,
never spoke again,
While he was with his new girl,
She was dreaming of him.
Every day she'd cry,
She'd try to fight off all the pain,
But the hurt never stopped,
Just shot through every vein.
Months went by since the ening,
But she only grew worse,
She couldn't accept what happened,
This was loves cures.
It finally took over her, She couldn't stand it any more,
She grabed a picture of him,
And snuck out the front door.
She walked into the woods,
found a sucluded place,
Kept thinking of her past,
And how she was replaced.
Hours latter she was found,
In a pool of blood,
And beside her they found,
His picture in the mud.
On the back read her reason,
Why she took her life,
What he had done to her,
It seemed he had held the knife.
Though physically he did not kill her,
He tore her soul apart,
It was obvious how she did it,
It was from a broken-heart.


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