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Neil Waldron Sep 2011
once, on a silent night.
a blue fire comes to light.
on the stones, my blood your knife.
i broke your heart, you took my life.
a demon i woke in you.
endless remorse, and rage.
your attacks from out of the blue.
you spiled my blood our final page.
"i'm sorry" spits my final breath.
tears stream from your eyes.
"i love you" forms a smile.
with me our love dies.
a final apology, is never enough.
your journey is just beginning.
you can do this, your tough.
you'll find another ring.
your knife is the key.
bring yourself to hell.
spend forever with me.
Kristin Kepner Oct 2015
Your life was like dirt
You could hold it in your hands
It only spiled over on rare occasions
You could grow things and learn things
You could easily move the dirt till it fit you

My life was like water
No matter how hard I tried
It always slips through my fingers

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