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by No Motiv?   May 21, 2005


You speak words
Sour sounds escape your mouth

Stories of a blade
Worn by your own skin

Don\'t leave such
sallow things resting in my ears

Is it caused by
your imprudence?

How audacious of you
to ugly yourself so deeply.

Love is painted with
the blood you spill

The love that knows nothing
of honesty or truth

Pain is servile;
You bring it upon yourself.

Condemn yourself further,
your action is your own discrepancy.

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  • 18 years ago

    by ShadowedPhoenix

    good poem and you expressed yourself well.....it was unique and i enjoyed but i do agree with Nada

  • 18 years ago

    by Brookeღ

    You expressed your opinion very well! Very well done! Keep it up! Take Care! Brooke~

  • 18 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    A very honest look at sellf harm 5

  • 18 years ago

    by steve

    for some people that is how they sleep at nite as how you write poetry to sleep at nite,,,good poem though it is your feelings and your opinion, grammaticaly??? I like it

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