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through the night, come see
   leave the day behind
brace yourself; you'll need
   better frames of mind
through the dark we crawl
   to some languished shelf
where the winters lie
   and she hates herself
  
when those tears ran down
    coffin black, my eyes
i would drown to help
    but she won't realize
no, she never did
    understand my need
to empathize, sympathize
    and finally, to bleed

when she grabbed that knife
   like a storm inside
how i sobbed, sweet girl
   and i nearly died
what i saw that night
   what i heard that day
fell to splinters when
   she forgot to pray

"let me go!" screamed one
   "give it back," screamed two
what could luck decide
   what could fate here do  
she was Love perceived
   she was Sweet defined
i was three feet back
   and she lost her mind

when she crushed her soul
   in a word or two
i had no choice, love   
   but to let her through
through the dark she crawled
   to some languished shelf
where the winters lie    
   and she hates herself
Forgive the blood stains. This was pulled - a little soon - from my heart. For a certain someone, whom I have been bleeding for rather profusely lately... :(

Do you see yourself, love?
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Renovative Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This is beautifully sadening I love both the picture and the piece it says a lot about who you are as aperson when you cant scream your pains aloud but you let the words silently sceam off the paper on your behalf...... :tears:
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Golden-Leaves Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
That, my darling, is just how I feel. :)
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Renovative Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
happy I could relate :)
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PJarrett Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2012
The best poems are written in your heart's blood. You know you've got it right when you're afraid to let others read it...afraid of opening yourself...when your heart is still beating as you press it to the page.
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Golden-Leaves Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
"When your heart is still beating as you press it to the page."

I will treasure your comment, my friend.
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Dani-Jones Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2012
What a melancholy poem. It brought tears to my eyes. I certainly hope this girl finds some help, and quickly. We all have a little love that we can share.
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Golden-Leaves Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
*eyes soften* In the poem, she has died... but you could look at it that way.
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Dani-Jones Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2012
I didn't get that she'd passed, but when I read it again, I see it. That's tragic...
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Golden-Leaves Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I normally don't interpret my own poems for others, but the lines "i was three feet back/and she lost her mind" is one clue. In other words, "I was this close to saving her, but her life slipped through my fingers.*
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Dani-Jones Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2012
That's so sad...
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