Hell On Lined PaperA Poem by KiraReading new poems, was inspired (seems like I'm saying I was inspired by random stuff a lot lately...)There is such a thing as hell It's written in your hand Ink black as darkness against The faded blue paper-lines Burns the words into my brain
Is there such a thing as bliss anymore? You've taken even all my memories of happiness With those words on the page Ink black as darkness Like acid poured into my heart
With barely three sentences You've brought me to my knees (Figuratively, we're both crammed into desks Before the bell is set to ring) I'm trying not to cry
Kira, you're a great girl... I don't even need to know what comes next. But I read anyway, though my heart burns in my chest ...Maybe it would be better if we saw other people. I will not cry. Not in front of you.
Holding back the tears is worse than holding back the ocean. Have you ever tried? It's hell. No--hell is written on white-lined paper With ink-black script in your hand Burning words into my brain...
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GREAT JOB :) Jun 24, 2009The winner Jul 1, 20096th Aug 1, 20093rd place Sep 10, 2009© 2011 KiraAuthor's Note
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