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The life I had before I met you,
was like a rose
opening in its first bloom.
All had been well,
untill you decided
to bring me my doom.
You acted as though
you loved me
and made me feel new.
Then you turned and ran,
leaving me alone in the dark
all this time, it had been your evil brew.
I was alone and scared,
and my heart was broken
and scarred.
But you didn't care
no not one bit
your heart was cold and hard.
Now instead of a rose in bloom,
as you killed that with your poison,
was a withering rose of sorrow.
- Title: Your Evil Game
- Artist: Actrice
- Description: uhh well...yeah. its not much...and its not like my poem is gonna change the world or anything..but i think it is a beautiful emo poem..
- Date: 09/01/2008
- Tags: yourevilgame
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Comments (1 Comments)
- x___O H Y E S - 12/12/2008
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this really reminds me of my father ...
really great :] 5d. - Report As Spam