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[aid] => mick
[title] => ~Eternal Eyes~
[time] => 2005-02-01 18:47:59
[hometext] => I haven't written for a while and this is my latest , enjoy
[bodytext] => The boy I dreamed of was out of reach He layed in a grave six feet deep From taking his life And reripping old scars He was trapped in a prison And mentally locked down by bars. He created his very own burning Hell He was the only one who knew me so well He helped my pain Yet pushed his aside I was running from life And from life he couldn't hide. I buried my secrets into his black heart I knew that I loved him from the very start If only I saw The burden he had I could have saved him From feeling so sad. One day I called upon him, found him in his room Blood dripping from his wrists, his eyes pale blue I took him in my arms And we cried softly through the night Yet little did I know He had one battle left to fight. Days soon passed and all seemed real He smiled and laughed, said he could finally feel But on a deep cold night I heard a shot through the breeze I knew it was him He's soul floating to Heaven through the weeping willow trees. I ran to his room, found him laying dead A bullet to his head, which endlessly bled He left a little note Which said " I truly love you" He said I made him feel free Which was the best thing someone could do. My tears still flow as I think of his bleeding black heart And wonder what could have ripped and teared him apart But I know he is now blissful Eternally free Looking and watching And praying over me. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Alina [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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