do you not comprehend the words flying
can you not see the tension transpiring
are you so blind you cannot see
the death you have brought to me
the flowers i grew have wilted to scratch
and the dog i bought you burried out back
i dont care of your down on one knee
its all for the death you brought me
the money you spent and the lies you told
the trust i had in you has brought in the cold
and in the end i am strong as i ask you to leave
and take with you the death you have brought me
(i own this work as of 3/14/11)
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Alaizabel's Poetry
A young teenager residing in New York City will be writing poetry whenever she feel like it. If you wish to read proceed, if not turn back.
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