please be truthful. i can take the worst of comments.
she's the sadness in the shadows,
she's the sorrow in the rain;
she's the whisper in the wind,
through the worst of all the pain.
you'll never hear her laugh,
you'll never see her smile;
but sit within her presence,
she might just stay awhile.
after everything she's done for you,
after everything she's lost,
she still found time to help you,
no matter what the cost.
do not let this fool you,
she can and will not care.
she's only out to kill you,
she thinks it's only fair.
2007-11-23
07:51:09
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konamiko250
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
1) "she" is me,
2) i'm 11.
2007-11-23
08:40:34 ·
update #1
this poem is about me and how i feel.
2007-11-23
11:27:41 ·
update #2