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Here is another poem for you guys.
Me
I look at myself in the mirror,
I wish I could see what you see,
You see a beautiful young woman,
and all I see is me.
You say I have a heart of gold,
But all I feel is ice,
You keep telling me not to do it,
But I just have to take a slice.
I remember you calling me perfect,
Which I'm absolutely not!,
I even tried to kill myself,
To become a corpse to rot.
My body is just an empty shell,
My soul has gone away,
Maybe one day you'll come back to me,
Then my soul will come out and play.
 Peprika · Tue Apr 29, 2008 @ 12:39am · 0 Comments |
