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My fingers tremble
my mind reals and craves,
to feel your skin,
to know your touch.
I know it's wrong,
but let's prove it right.
Show me you wan..
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Should I tell you I'm happy?
Should I tell you I'm sad?
That you're with her,
should I feel mad?
Ashamed that I put so much of myself- into us..
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not one of my more happy poems
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I think this poem is unfinished...
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heavy metaphors and heavy thoughts
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I wish I didn'tbut I did, the rose was poisoned the blood was bled, the light is gonethe door has closed,my heart is aching, how long, no one knows.
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When everyone begs you no, will you do the right or wrong thing and in who's eyes, will it be right or wrong
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What do you see when you look into the mirror
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pain is there as a reminder to tell you, you are still alive.
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Always remembering,never reliving.the matters of the heart.Every pulse brings pain,every pulse reminds me,there is nothing that can help me.That will ..
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