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Post by Ich Liebe Rammstein on Nov 29, 2002 21:25:23 GMT -5
 I TendWritten:: Today I tend to be I tend to see To see and not be heard. I open my wings and fly away. Fly away like a bird. I tend to look up And not to look down. I try to smile And not to frown. I tend to be happy And not to be sad I try to tune out Just a tad. But I'm meant to be spoken And meant to be heard I'm supposed to fly Fly like a bird. |
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Post by Ich Liebe Rammstein on Jan 11, 2003 19:29:47 GMT -5
Death of an Angel
Written:: 01-10-03
She sits in a room all by herself
Waiting for her end.
He comes in the room, cutting her throat
With his dirty knife.
Her blood flows out freely
She mumbles her last words
"Till Death Do Us Part",
He kisses her lips and touches her face.
He loved her. He used her. She was his toy.
But he was in pain. He couldn't let go.
He watched her die.
He slit his wrist to feel another sense of pain.
He sits next to his dead girlfriend
Put his arm around her neck,
Cuts his own throat and dies in pain.
Their bodies are found. Nothing else to do.
But to leave their bodies silently.
And hopefully this will never happen to you.
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Post by Stepharoola on Jan 18, 2003 1:48:34 GMT -5
You're poems are kind of depressing, lol, but very good.
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Post by Ich Liebe Rammstein on Jan 18, 2003 14:06:14 GMT -5
that's cause if I write something that's not depressing it sucks. But thanks anyway. |
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