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Savannah marie Poems
Death by heartbreak. Pain by separation. Nothing to fill the ache. To live is a hesitation.
Several scars line my wrist. Some curve and twist. Several scars line my mind. They really aren't hard to find.
My Blue Rose
Its color the purest of blues With streaks of violet hues Its leaves a vibrant green Its stem sturdy and lean
She sits in a quite room only hearing the little rhythm of her hearts boom she let's out all her sorrow that will be back by tomorrow
Ask The Devil To Dance
I walk in shadows And play in the dark My soul is hollow My heart has no spark
So He Takes A Drink
His wife leaves And he needs to grieve So he takes a drink. He gets laid off
Stop To The Lies
Take the sorrow from my eyes Put a stop to all these lies Hold me close and promise me our love will forever be
I float around in darkness Like driftwood at sea. Full of loneliness and hopelessness Like the barks been ripped from my tree.
Gently waves splash the shore Eagles fly and soar Could i ask for more?
Happily Ever After
A happy ending is only something we wish was real. It gives us something to feel. Its only an imagination, to help settle our exasperation.
The darkness of death is something soothing. The peaceful feeling of your blood oozing. A knife, a blade, or a razor. The sharp pain i savour.
A Face Tied With Lace
Yes, I might act okay. Walk around like I am fine every day. Deep down I'm a broken mess. My true feelings repressed.
Sleepy sleepy star I don't know where you are. But a wish from you tonight, I will not get, for you are out of sight.
Words that hurt more than they should I'd forget them if could. But now it seems its to late, I have already decided my fate.
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Death by heartbreak.
Pain by separation.
Nothing to fill the ache.
To live is a hesitation.
The world you know is fake.
And your left without preparation.
You turn inward for your own sake.
In desperate need for an explanation.
Hopeing its all a dream and you can just awake.
Wishing it could end in silent suffocation.
Death is in reach for you to take.
Darkness has started its infestation.