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the crushed parts heal and the dimond still shines

Can't they hear her crys?

Can't they see her hanging?

Can't they feel her pain?

 

One boy did

He wachted from a far and acted fast

He came to me and cut me down

Little does he know i'm not dead

 

Laying in his atms he cried.

I awoke to his dark her eyes and streamimg tears

His head o my chest he cried

As i awoke to stroke his face

His reached for my face with a hand

 

"Why?" he cried

"The pain, the tears, the marks," i said. "I need to be wanted"

"I'll always love you" he said.

"Always?" i smiled.

 

So many cold days past

I stand alone now...

 

I stand on my own

Holding onto my life

Screaming on the inside

Smiling on the the outside

Crying in my eyes

Dying alone in my soul

 

Crushed by love for another...

Author's Note

ignore grammer..

Reviews

[melancholia skies]

I think you did a pretty awesome job there, Dakota.
Grammar or spelling does not make a poem, the poet does.
I like how you expressed your feelings of love, and empathy. It was quite colorful.
You expressed your point very effectively, and I could easily relate to this work of art.
Superb. Keep working hard on those poems. :).