Knife
Now that everything has changed,Our entire world has re-arranged,
Us two can no longer be,
No longer may we two be called "we".
Because of this my lonely heart cries,
The aches, the pains, the tears, the sighs,
The is no swear that can describe,
The depression and anger I feel inside.
My world without you no longer spins,
My head is barraged with thoughts of sins,
I know not if your still world turns,
But it is for you that my heart yearns.
Our love had thrived through struggle and strife,
But abruptly ended with your blood and my knife.
Poetry by Paul Vermette
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Written on 2008-03-28 at 18:40
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