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[aid] => mick
[title] => Her Wicked Garden.
[time] => 2008-11-20 18:05:36
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[bodytext] => I sit alone inside her wicked garden Underneath the cross in which my broken heart is nailed upon Carving the lilies of regret into my skin Sacrificing my own soul for the salvation of her every sin On bloody knees I pray for her Raping myself of my own life For her there is no death I will not endure I've learned to find comfort inside the sorrow Bleeding the love into the soil of her garden Hoping to unstitch the evil that has poisoned these seeds Giving all that embodys me despite what she cannot see Feeding her tainted wounds the antidote of fidelity Inside this world of lies she will always find the truth within me An empire of flesh to rest her weary soul Collecting the broken pieces of her heart just so I can keep her whole Cradled tight under my vacant skies I've cried a million tears just so I could see her fall from my eyes Like angels descending from above Feather by delicate feather I'm stitching wings together from the threads of our existance All the elements of our history that will never sever Hoping someday that we fly away into the sanctity of forever Until then I will continue to love her in ways beyond understanding In the shadow of my broken heart and undying will As I sit alone....inside her wicked garden. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 198 [topic] => 32 [informant] => bleedthelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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