the bloody floor i know

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By Josiah Hammond :) •

every where i look i find the wrong things its never what i want to find its always someone ready to rip it right out of me with nothing even to say just a look of laughter on her face its always that way that smirk will never change the glased cover of shelter will never fade ive been here a million times before i could find my way out in the dark its like the back of my hand even if i wish that was not the truth but i cant change how im treated from day to day my heart stays the same it sits in the middle of the floor feet from my chest leaking everything i wonce new but now its to late for me and you By: Josiah Hammond

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March 31, 2009 01:29Invisible Poet

written very nicely, one thing i would reccomend but by no means am saying is needed would be a rhyme scheme it is already a very nice piece juts saying for future reference...