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Oh no there goes another tear
As I swell up in fear..
My perfect skin is hid in bruising
The fights I'm always losing.
   I beg him to stop
He laughs as the tears drop
One hit, two hits,three it never seems to end
Is it bad I hoped it was the end..
She layed there covered in blood
It was like a never ending flood
   I began to feel so weak..
As whimpers began to leak
That was that she took her last breath....
That painful night ended to her death,
Now she is forever gone...
As for your the one in wrong!!!
I hate our fights,
We both think we're right,
When in the end we're both wrong
They never last too long
For our love's strong hold
Brings it to an end
I wrote this peom for me and my boyfriend when we started to have a bunch of fights I hope you like it
  May 2015 autumn ann melton
Missy
For a creation was devised of the purest and simplest elements in life
When the calming and smooth sensation of water caressed your bones, it carved canals of strength along the way
Your skin crawled and crept past your defined chin to bind with its lover
and when the tendon reached the muscle, it fused in an unbreakable relationship
Baby, the sight of your eyes shatters the crystallization of the finest glass
And your voice pierces the night fog leaving a path for only you
The kindness of your heart poured into the rivers to feed oxygen to all of those who depended on it
Your body contains the same carbon that creates sparkling diamonds
The majority of the oxygen is the same element creating tornadoes, or when fused to hydrogen to make a hurricane
Do you see how powerful you are made?
Your soft lips are the same lips that can produce sound in an empty canyon
Your bones are the base of your embrace when you sweep me off my feet
That mind is the exact replica that discovered how to survive the times that were a bigger struggle than planned
Despite all of these acts, how simple or extravagant
You are the perfect arrangement of atoms that hold my hand when I am scared to carry on alone
And the same arrangement of atoms that pull me close and kiss my lips
One might say these actions, however small, have a stronger effect than any hurricane, or tornado, or diamond
For you are a creation devised of the purest and simplest elements in life
And you are completely mine
  May 2015 autumn ann melton
Dylan Lane
It is my job to feel your pain
It is my job to keep you sane
But I need help from someone, too
You didn’t give up on me,
So I wont give up on you.
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