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'Tis the classic "I'm sorry" poem... with a twist *evil grin*

So much fear Coursing through my veins As I begin to question The love I hold So dear to me. I ask of you aloud; “What makes you so sure..

The last poem I'm wasting on her.

This poem is quite out of my writing style.

I look into a broken mirror And all I see Is a broken heart. I see a girl, Who’s soul was torn apart By a fake. She says I deserve to ..

This poem is about a girl who was raped by a stranger and one day, as she walks down the street sees her rapist acting like an innocent man.

it all starts with a kiss... that soft cold and lustful touch of your lips sets a fire within and our kiss becomes passionante and deep this is o..

We walk down the hallway Holding hands, Laughing, smiling, and loving But all I can think about Is your sweet, sweet blood Coursing through yo..

What is fear? Is fear being upon death’s bed? Or is it seeing something, you never thought you would? On this night, She lay on a bad Mad..

Love is… Wait, young girl You are oh so innocent – And much too young To fill your head With such thoughts… ‘What ..