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Best of the Best(Favourites) Blood and tears
are swept away from my face
by your bloodsoaked hands
so gentle, so powerful
an object of your love
the weapon of your choice.
Hate and fear
i'm trying hard to conceal
while you watch me
sizing me up
deciding what will come of me
I can't let you see me as I am.
Sleep and death
one more blow to my head
blood matting my hair
running away like a river
like my feet
the ones that were never fast enough
to get away from you.
thats a sad and good poem keep up the good work
i love it
Much Love
Ashley
so much emotion once again went into your poem. another great read for me. The asshole that you're talking about really seemed to bring mad passion into your heart to let this flow from your mind. all i can say is it sucks that we have to deal with people that bring us down; sometimes it never seems that we will recover from their blows.
RICK