ForgiveA Poem by Jen
Forgive me I'm sorry But you know it would happen You should be fine We've heard this so many times Everywhere you go Every time you hear it This is how you go So forgive me I'm sorry But this blade in my hand So sharp and pure Came down upon me Pretty it was Red ribbons Streaming down my arms Making lovely doodles A pool of red Gleaming in the moonlight Perfect color Perfect motion The red rivers grow and grown Forming a perfect red disk around me As my growing pale skin Is dyed red from The sweet wine of sin © 2008 JenAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on December 22, 2008 Last Updated on December 22, 2008 AuthorJenAboutI make Voodoo dolls, and do a bit of cartooning. I love writing, and many people comment on how well I make stories and poems. more..Writing
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