danielle wiltshire Poems

The notes are written,
It's almost the end,
I can't last much longer,
I don't think ill ever mend.
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Goths;
Don't always ware black.
Don't worship satan.
Are not evil.
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The wind dothblow today my love,
And a few drops of rain;
I never had but one true love,
In cold grave she was lain.
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Have you ever fell in love,
But knew they did not care?
Hve you ever felt like crying,
But knew you'll get no-where?
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Death is....

An excape route out of the world.
The consequence of being alive.
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I have a bkade in my hand,
Ready to drive it through my skin,
But yet it crashes through a vein.
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Starring at the door,
Im sat in the darkness all alone,
No-one to hear my cries,
I feel as if i am screaming at the top of my voice,
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You never said to me,
That you want to set me free!
So you kept me away,
So no-one could ever see!
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Love is.....

A delicate flower in your hand.
A deadly weapon used against you.
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