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May 7, 2005 18:24:44 GMT -5
Post by .B.e.c.c.a.<3 on May 7, 2005 18:24:44 GMT -5
It was what made her heart fall to her feet and at that same time she tripped and crushed it Only to leave a few small pieces and all the blood... I knew where she was going you could see it in her eyes I followed her steps Stillettos soaked in blood dead rose petals And chants of He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not SCREAMS of smotional pain echo through the night sky from atop of the tower where shes ready to die I watch her then her hands are shaking But she removes their Promise Ring He Loves Me-He Loves Me Not is all I hear he say over and over until the words cant come out anymore Then as I feared, she threw down that last petal and tears stung my eyes Taking those last three steps shes decided to die a scream arose as she silently falls he's arrived just in time To see his Angel fall...
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May 11, 2005 11:04:52 GMT -5
Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on May 11, 2005 11:04:52 GMT -5
lly like that poem. I think it was written well. It is very emotional and captures my imagination. I can see her do what you are telling me she is doing, and that makes for a good poem.
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May 20, 2005 20:23:43 GMT -5
Post by .B.e.c.c.a.<3 on May 20, 2005 20:23:43 GMT -5
Thank youuu.
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Jul 2, 2005 11:28:54 GMT -5
Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Jul 2, 2005 11:28:54 GMT -5
Your Welcome!
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