Lost2626 Posted February 27, 2005 Share Posted February 27, 2005 You never really let go Youre always holding on A pinky A little finger Always clasping your nail into me You never lose interest In killing me You're like a fly Pestering my ear You never lose interest In killing me You're heart Is ice cold You have no motives But to have my dead by the next snow I could end it now In the silence of the air Make you happy But I guess I can't Because I like the way you torture me Even if I am scarce Link to comment
MyNinja Posted February 27, 2005 Share Posted February 27, 2005 i like the way the abstractness of this poem, very creative indeed Link to comment
ForAnother Posted February 28, 2005 Share Posted February 28, 2005 I like it a lot. Pleasure in taking the best of you. ForAnother Link to comment
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