I Can't Repair This One...A Poem by K. CarverWhen they feel the joy of killing you, yes, that's when it hurts the most.im sitting here... with you infront of me... bleeding to death... and you just watching... i notice your expression... your smiling... we both know why... we need know explanation...
you ripped my heart out... and your holding it in your hand... © 2009 K. Carver |
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3 Reviews Added on August 10, 2008 Last Updated on July 28, 2009 AuthorK. CarverHornbeckAboutYes. Well. Not much to tell, so not much to read. I write poems, mostly. I'm breathing with life. I don't believe that I'm quite successful at either. I do ask one request of anyone who may read this:.. more..Writing
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