Blood on the knife

The unspoken words
of my life
stream down my face
like the blood
on the knife

feeling i cannot
express in words i cannot
seem to day

stream down my face
at the end of the day

i sit alone in a corner
with the lights down low
i just cannot
seem to let go

i think of everything
i had before him

but then he came
into my life
where he turned it all
upside down

i look up from the corner
to the pic of you
on my door

i think of how much
i cared for you
i think of how much
i feared for you

i think of how much
i care for you
i think of how much
i fear for you

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pls comment cos its really nice 2 com home n c dat sum1 has read ur poem!
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