injury
why?with these blood soaked clothes
this heart still beating even with all these holes
where cupid shot repeatedly,puncturing the walls
am i here?
at your gate
waiting patiently to hear my fate
anticipation of the inevitable seems so great
then you appear,
the tissues then start to tear
love tried to pump from this injured heart so dear
the heart stoppped beating...my vision darkens...i dissapear
Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2006-05-03 at 06:51
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