Cutting out my Regrets in Blood, by lost the lonely dead
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If I could write you the book of past regrets
And pen such crimson words
Ink would lesson the value the pain
Keep pushing me from this pointless love
Entrust me to keep mailing you my regrets
I tarnish hearts with bloody hands
The deeds sewn deep will reap lost pains
The harvest so full it will be my end
The err of my way a debt I cannot repay
And so this is why no matter what is said
I’ll continue to cut out my regrets in blood
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| Posted: 2006-05-18 18:19:45 UTC |
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| 2006-05-02 16:05:57 | lost the lonely dead |
| yeah......i didnt think they were your friends and those other things shouldnt be either, thanks |
| 2006-05-09 23:11:58 | Faith |
| I love your use of language... it gives the poem a sense of nostalgia |
| 2006-09-12 08:43:59 | User |
| Agree with Faith..is has a nostalgic sense indeed..I really like it.. |