Because of you

by Raquel   Dec 25, 2005


My wrists are the canvas
and the razor is the brush
my pain is turned into art
as i think about you

Blood drips down my heart
forming tears of your name
i throw darts on the wall
as i think of you

Your my healer
my one release
my true love
with cupids arrow

but now you've gone
and left me stranded
and i'm i'm so alone
because of you

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  • 17 years ago

    by Wallace

    Very good poem, I enojoyed it, keep up the good work.

    PS. Plz rate and comment some of my poems.