I'm pretty sure the instructions were to do it "Emily Dickenson" style. Whatever that's actually supposed to mean. Anyway, I think I made mine a little darker than needed, but I think I was venting alot of pent up emotions. I guess I'm a little fucked up. Whatever, I deal.
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Cutting cold- each tiny slice
looks deeper with the knife you bore inside me.
You're so sure- the broken pieces surrounding-
the sick remains of something once worth while.
Shallow breath echoes in the forgotten
chamber of your heart- captivated and
suffocated- once warmed hands reaching for
a place in another- find your sorry soul.
Sad- sick and sad- like angels robbed of wings.
I attempt to fly from this bind
you have on me- frozen in place and
brutally blinded- you never showed me real light.
Released- given wretched freedom to wander-
denied the chance of true love- I am choked
by you- each gift I gave shoved back
within me- I find no more room to give.
Through parched lips- a parched heart,
I beg you- you who abandoned me-
to come close maybe- ever so soft-
like new child and find your place- with me.
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