Perfume & Red InkA Poem by SinnerInspiredThis was for a contest on quizilla.com I think it did make it to the top 5...
You gave it all your best
Giving it your every last ounce The last breath of fresh air you had was the smell of your perfume mixed with a pinch of blood He held your hand he held your heart & ripped it apart No remorse for he got a hold of you when you were most weak But of course no matter what i say or what i write you will never believe me So i'm tired of seeing you wait day after day Waiting on top of that oak tree where you & him layed down looking at the stars thinking what if? You still waiting for him to come back to you & say "i'm sorry i didn't mean it" Its not gonna happen so i'll take you to the hospital say its an emergency They'll cut your chest open take a look at your heart & GASP! They'll take a picture of it & sow you back up when you wake up still thinking about him i'll show you the picture you'll also GASP & "yes my dear this is your heart. now do you believe or do i need to get more nails to stab your heart" © 2011 SinnerInspiredAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 30, 2011 Last Updated on June 30, 2011 AuthorSinnerInspiredMid-City, CAAboutHey im SinnerInspired im a poet Im not that good not that bad. I like writing, a lot! Message me if you'd like. Sorry if I don't get to all the read requests. But i'll try to get to each one as soon a.. more..Writing
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