the last sequel, in laiman's terms Date: Wednesday, 24th December 2003 @ 04:44:04 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: candi the punch the pain the blood spilling out she feels as if she has lost her soul the shock the horror the anger she pauses to try and gain control dont hit her dont hit her dont hit her you'll kill her rapid pulse rapid thoughts rapid pacing she stares in disbeleif cold snow on her feet cold blood in her veins cold heart in her chest she has hatred in her mind she'll never forgive her she'll never return she is dead to her now This poem is Copyright © candi Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=premium/MemNewsDetail&story_id=92