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This is a poem i wrote a while back (5/7/04)
He Cut Her Deep
He took his knife,
he cut her deep,
she prayed the lord her soul to keep,
for if she died before the sun did wake,
she knew her soul was his to take,
he whispered nothing in her ear,
she lived with the hate and the fear,
he touched her, not at all,
watch the silver tear drops fall,
he loved, but she was not the one,
she cried for it all to be done,
she wanted to leave, but would never try,
she would listen intently to his every lie,
his stare burned her skin,
the little girl dying within,
she had to get away, she knew she could,
but they all knew she loved him, so she never would.
I dunno. This is how i felt about a certain situation back then. But i guess i did get away. And i'm happy i did. I was so tired of crying, when i shouldn't of had to. I should have been happy, but i guess when people only care about themselves, you always come last in there eyes, when all you want is to be first. Or atleast be in the running. I dunno. Some people will know what i'm talking about. To everyone else i guess i'm just babbling.
....love....