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Never Found
Blood,
trickles down my wrists
As a new day begins,
why is it such a sin?
Red
Covers my sheets,
that is something that I can complete
Tears,
turn into crimson,
now it feels like I'm in a prison
Love,
is just another word for pain,
that I don't need to gain
Me,
I am lost,
I cannot be found,
to this I am bound
trickles down my wrists
As a new day begins,
why is it such a sin?
Red
Covers my sheets,
that is something that I can complete
Tears,
turn into crimson,
now it feels like I'm in a prison
Love,
is just another word for pain,
that I don't need to gain
Me,
I am lost,
I cannot be found,
to this I am bound
Published 28th Jun 2010
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29th Jun 2010 4:55am
29th Jun 2010 3:10pm
1st Jul 2010 3:56pm
it flows in a strange but beautiful way :)
nice rhymes and i love the way the negative emotions are sewn so beautifully into the poem! good work! x
nice rhymes and i love the way the negative emotions are sewn so beautifully into the poem! good work! x
1st Jul 2010 3:59pm
lol thank you, hey if you look really carefully there is a message in there
