Tell me that I am in your heart, in a place wehre
no-one else can go but me. You should know
that I have never thought that I would ever fall.
I can only hope that you will continue to wipe the blood off my knees.
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Poetry From my Heart
Poetry comes from a Poet's own soul and the deepest depths of their heart. Wether it be dark and depressing, light and cheerful, loving and romantic, it all reflects upon the poet's own needs, hopes, fears, and general oppinions.
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You banished me from heaven,
I was cast out of hell,
and now I must wander the earth for eternity.
How trecherous those white wings of yours are; for white is the true color of death.
I was cast out of hell,
and now I must wander the earth for eternity.
How trecherous those white wings of yours are; for white is the true color of death.