sssfasdfadA Poem by Matt
My fingers twist around every word that i speak to you.
Arms wrapped around you as you cry. Tell me about how you loved me but never truly did. That might have hurt if i hadn't felt it before. Another nail through the throat. Tied hands, spill innocent blood. Forgive the life of the putrid. I haven't forgotten the ways I've been so used in. Letting go of the rope. Its had its nots around me. © 2010 Matt |
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Added on July 6, 2010 Last Updated on July 6, 2010 AuthorMattFort Worth, TXAboutmy name is matthew. nuff said... oh and all this is old stuff.. way old stuff more..Writing
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