What More?

He slams his fists
into the walls
until they hurt no more
She cries her life
away to waste,
losing what she adored
Broken dollies falling,
falling from the
second floor
Bleeding feet
are flying,
flying out the door
What more?
What more?
What more do you ask?
What else?
What else?
Why me?
He tore his heart
away from his chest,
it's bleeding on the floor
She's staring,
falling, flying, wishing
she were something more
What more?
What more?
What more do you ask?
What else?
What else?
Why me?
What more?
What more?
What more do you ask?
What else?
What else?
Why me?
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What a painfully gorgeous
What a painfully gorgeous poem.
"She cries her life
away to waste,
losing what she adored"
I'm enchanted.
:)Daisy
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Insanity is an impression I like to cultivate. It keeps normal people away.
Thank you.
Enchanted, eh? What a lovely word...
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~ Katielynn ~ "I've been callin' you all week for my shotgun..."
SnowStars said it right
SnowStars said it right "painfully gorgeous"... its beautiful
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"When you live for the fight, for the blood, the relationships you form are tenuous and easily broken."
-Jasper Hale (who I like more than Edward...)
*smiles*
Thanks.
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~ Katielynn ~ "I've been callin' you all week for my shotgun..."