Treasure Island

Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Pain And Rage And Hurt


Pain and rage and hurt.
Erline has to feel bad too.da ya think//? ? +.

Pain the feeling of sorrow...
Rage the feeling of sorrow...
Hurt the feeling of sorrow...
The felling of sorrow is:
Pain
Rage
Hurt
Sorrow
The feeling is not bliss,
it feels something like this.
The absence of a kiss.
What you gave to me.
Instead of my love returned.
Instead of.
My kiss.

Charles Robert Hice

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice

Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006

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  • Noved Hernandez (2/7/2007 5:01:00 PM)

    when i read this i felt my pain sarrow and anger just fade away, with a kiss from my love makes me forget what pain is (Report) Reply

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