Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Confessions - poem

Seconds after the fight broke out my body started to fall
It fell and fell like it was never anything at all
I pass you by at the school in the hall
All I want to do is put a gun to my head
Have my blood on the wall and be dead
Dead like nothing ever mattered to me anyways
The truth is you were my reason for living
And you don’t have the heart for forgiving.
No this isn’t how I really felt
But seriously you make my heart melt.

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