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[aid] => mick
[title] => Your Words Bring My Heart To A Stop
[time] => 2004-12-19 01:52:49
[hometext] => This is a poem I wrote that i kinda started when I made a comment on one of my friends poems i really like it the few who have read it say its fine the way it is but i feel i should have added a bit more but let me make them happy comments be good dude
[bodytext] => I am almost dead because of you Your poems are so much like you Sad and dark and so amazing Everything about you overwhelms me Leaving me in utter admiration Your words bring my heart to a stop I die after a line and am brought back to life By the line that follows and this happens continuously Until the poem ends and sometimes I don’t come back Your words become too much for my heart to take and so it burst There inside my chest leaving nothing but an empty shell While my soul is set free and sores until it misses you Until I am brought back by the beauty of what you write Your soul is precious to me and I want to protect your fragile heart I want to take you by the hand and kiss your broken skin I want to kiss your lips and bite them softly To have the taste of them haunt my life I want to put your hands on my face and feel them turn silk Into a frail thing as they warm my cheek and you to kiss me again In this kiss we breathe as one and I take a part of you into me And you take a part of me into you so we would never truly be apart Both parts we will always cherish and keep near out hearts And you and I will always feel whole The follwoing poem is just one i wrote a bit ago My heart has been longed consumed By this sadness that chooses to fade away then come back only to resume Its ways of belittling my heart mind and soul Its sole purpose is to swallow me whole I am broken and waiting for my demons to finely hone The ways they make me want to kill my self making me slash away right to the bone I have cut so much in so few years my skin has grown numb Nullified by the dying nerves my skin has come undone But I die painfully and not quickly enough Death breaths behind my neck his cold huffs and puffs But he says it’s not my time I have yet to write and make my last rhyme [comments] => 10 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Doriens_Picture [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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