The Day I DiedA Poem by Derek NallSome people are masters of manipulation...Those tears have been mislead, I suggest you keep them in check Or i'll grow onto you like hands upon necks choking them to death And the leeches spell my name with blood drawn from veins of your own self loathing Diagnosing and exposing your counterfeit moaning I failed to see beyond the horizon but you’ll see my palm prints on the window the day I tried... The day I died to get through to you... You can change lanes but you're still going the wrong way The same way I acknowledge but never learn from my mistake I just want to stare at your blank page…and fill in the blanks, with thanks…for nothing. Just a rib cage of broken, singing songs imperfectly spoken And I declare my last breath to resonate delirious deception Your falsehood perception...your "f**k you" injection I failed to read in between the lies But you’ll see my blood stains the day I tried… The day I died to get through to you…
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3 Reviews Added on July 24, 2013 Last Updated on July 24, 2013 AuthorDerek NallColorado Springs, COAboutJust a simple guy who likes to put thoughts into paper planes, let them fly and make words rain...hoping to find a spot into your heart. more..Writing
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