ForAnother Posted May 11, 2005 Share Posted May 11, 2005 I haven't posted in a while. Haven't been writing many poems. I guess when I get a girlfriend or I find my video games I forget about here but... I just wanted to take a moment and make up a poem... just bored I guess. Can I be what you need? The blood i spill is firey red. Though it turns to fire and puts a mark on your face that your "read." Don't confuse what you've been told what people say and what you will behold. How did you play? What animal within you did you kill today? When you trapped that dragonfly did you enjoy the wings you plucked? When you trapped that boy you loved did you enjoy playing with the heart you F*****? So what if you were dead would it keep playing over and over in my head? I don't think what you did ever scarred my intentions to make the right recollections. I met another woman another girl that wishes to play with my head and I am glad even if I am left dead. For now she is the reason I keep singing and she is the reason I keep writing. Wow that poem is silly. Stream of thoughts. Thanks for reading ForAnother Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kskm Posted May 11, 2005 Share Posted May 11, 2005 Keep writing! I think that it's great to be able to do something like that! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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