poem  

tigerlilies28 39F
10 posts
10/25/2005 9:10 am

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm

poem


he told me heloved me,
he gave me red roses,
twelve crimson roses
as red as my blood.
the roses he gave me,
the roses are withered,
twelve crimson roses
as red as my blood.
the roses are withered,
but here on my breast, far
redder than they is
the red of my hearts blood.
he told me he loved me,
he gave me red roses,
twelve crimson roses
as red as my blood.

do i not feel with all my soul do i not bleed like you to you im a nothing more than atoy a doll for you see no life im here locked in my own minds eye for i want out but all the keys are broken my prison once was a place but time has turned it to trash. i here you but can see nothing for you have forsacken me you laugh as i claw at the walls to get out but nothing can save me for years ago i placed my self here you will never know the pain i feel cause you never been hurt and lost be a friend is lost in lights darkness..

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