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[aid] => mick
[title] => the scabbed remains of forests
[time] => 2004-01-07 01:09:46
[hometext] => a bit cryptic. or maybe symbolic. in any case, a scrawl of love lost to death.
[bodytext] => crystal... miniature blue it's all she ever knew and even as my boot drew blood she wore the same old faded smile afforded only the hope that drugs can provide in exchange for everything that used to be inside she never understood even as i guided her through the scabbed remains of forests leveled by veteran razor blades she'd look to me for answers but i was always at a loss our love was simple maybe even pure our love was forged our love was made on the broken earth in the scabbed remains of forests erased by ageless razor blades (seemed like it would last forever seems like it only lasted a moment the sigh of Time marked beginning and end and all that was left was blood and lonely tears) still aloof everything seemed new this love was the cure for this life her touch revived smiles that died so long ago and her kiss healed every scar i couldn't let this love grow old i couldn't let it die my death would bring us closer and our love would always survive one last time we walked through the woods i wanted her to be there when the razors came again wanted her to see them take me take me to be with the trees she saw my tears but she didn't understand she thought it was just the beauty of the moment and it was but, it wasn't i kissed her lips a final time and with my eyes, i said, "i love you" then i stepped back and pointed my wrists to the sky the razor's came slicing the air like newborn flesh phantom screams pierced the breeze and i smiled as i heard the razors tear flesh and quickly arc away i looked at my wrists and found them unscathed feeling cheated, i looked to her for comfort and found her lying, bleeding, on the ground the irony did not escape me but for the moment i didn't care i just held her close as her breath grew weak and licked her blood soaked hair her eyes found mine and silently she told me everything she wasn't so empty after all my tears sliced rivers down my cheeks like the reign/rain of razor blades and she died there, in my trembling arms and her same old smile began to fade i buried her in the scabbed remains of a forest scarred forever by thoughtless razor blades i buried her and left her to rot alone in the shadow of the love we made [comments] => 6 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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