Sacrafice Myself.A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx08 30 2012
Roses are golden as Hell is lingereing.
Violets are dying as I make this end. I cannot know if you hear me sceaming. But this is not over, your funeral won't come. I plan to keep you alive, even if it's mine you attend. © 2012 xXxCynicalWarsxXx |
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Added on September 28, 2012 Last Updated on October 16, 2012 AuthorxXxCynicalWarsxXxAboutI am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..Writing
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