to the edge
you took my heart,
you played the game,
you broke my heart,
you made me cry,
i hope you die,
i hope you burn,
you never showed me love,
just rape and hate,
you took my hand,
you promised love,
and took it all in a blink of an eye,
you beat me,
you burshed me,
you pushed me to the edge,
i took the blade,
i cutt my arm,
i ended my life,
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| let go | 1 | 10/26/2010 |
| lost without u | 1 | 10/26/2010 |
| pushed aside | 0 | 10/25/2010 |
| fighting with the ones we love | 0 | 10/25/2010 |
| to the edge | 0 | 10/25/2010 |
| an empty whole | 1 | 09/19/2010 |
| Not Ever | 1 | 09/11/2010 |
| Got to be strong | 1 | 09/11/2010 |
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