stand on the edge of her sanity, by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.
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she stands on the edge of her sanity
wondering what its like to fly
climb to heavens to fall back down
without a tear in her eye
if you had a last wish
just one last try
to do everything you wanted to
to change everything you wanted to
would you even think abut it stuck in life
with no last wish
just make the best of that first kiss?
to say good bye
to finaly have said those three words
that would have made everything right...
lets say you had one more try
to break down and cry tell them nothings right everythings
wrong
they never caught sight
guess they never had that long
of the gashes in your arm or crack in your heart
covered bye sleeves
held together bye alittle bit of white powder
she stands on the edge of her sainity and backs up
wondering what its like to fly
have that last wish to make everything right
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Posted: 2007-11-30 00:03:20 UTC |
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2007-12-01 00:40:41 | .:side:walk:. |
I love how fragile and delicate this poem is. This is genious! Keep on with this, you have talent! |