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The second poem I wrote while thinking hard about my loved one's.

Fresh Cut

Open Wounds

Out-of-it mind track

lead to my emotionless Tomb

 

This emotionless state

of which I am in

All of this pain came back

because you chose him

 

Everything hurts

So little it takes to bring pain

Yet it I am so similar

to the slow healer, the rain

 

So many wounds

Make me hurt so much

I now seem to quiver

To your slightest touch

 

As my wounds try to heal

Against the tear of barbed wire

I cannot move, only think

Think of my self, being so much higher

Than you.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[samdraMAYHEM]

O.o
.......
I liked it. ^-^
Reminds me sorta halfway not really of my writing.....................
e.e
but...just guessing....
'ya based this on a breakup???
Though...I'm probably wrong.

There's only one problem I see,
there's barely any punctuation......
or did you mean to write it like that??
Either way,
The poem is good.

O.o sorry...i ramble alot.....XP!