Death
28 November, 2001
Author: Kami
The pain inside,
it's burning with pride.
The flames burn with red,
as I lay asleep, in this bed.
These flames pierce my heart,
as the bleeding and aching start.
The thorns of this pain
aren't as these flames.
The thorns are making me bleed,
they grow like awful weeds.
These thorns prick at my soul,
the bleeding is making me unwhole.
As you look in my eyes,
you can see my soul die.
As my whole world colapse,
my heart starts to relax.
For when I die,
I know you will cry.
The tears will not be of sadness,
but os gladness.
This heart of pain,
can no longer gain.
Can't gain trust or love,
it is no longer white like the dove.
------- Author's Notes -------
This poem is dedicated to my grandfather |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Matt (166.102.201.3) -- Saturday, September 7 2002, 06:33 am this is one of the best poems i have ever read |
| Ken da TRU nigga (68.84.164.227) -- Sunday, November 3 2002, 10:27 pm off the chain like diz nigga |
| Hottie 08 (65.90.149.58) -- Sunday, March 9 2003, 04:45 am I can't wait till a friend does that for me. |
| tiffany (205.188.116.71) -- Thursday, December 16 2004, 07:06 am kami we've have been though alot together and im glad we still friends nothing will ever change best friends for 6 years already and more years to come. i love you kami so very much |
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