Haley cox Poems
|81.||Taken From This Earth, If Only In My Dreams||12/27/2009|
|83.||A Horse Of A Different Color||12/27/2009|
|84.||A Broken Heart Has No Cure||12/27/2009|
|85.||A Lovers Lost Soul||12/26/2009|
|86.||As I Hang Up||12/27/2009|
As I Hang Up
As i hang up the phone,
I reach for my glass.
Not sharp enough.
Were's my razors?
Ahhh there they are
My little helpers
I'll start with my right wrist,
Save the best one for last
I put my blanket in my mouth
So no one will here my screams
I put the razor over the vain
And push down
Harder than i ever have before
And unlike my other cuts,
These will run parallel with my vains
The brillaint scarlet red,
On the bare white of my arm is so beautiful,
Yet scary, For what i have done cannot be reversed
I scream a blood curdling ...
I will sit and stare, at my phone
Hoping for it to show one name
As it will cry its lonely ring
I will simply sit and sing
To myself this poem of heartbreak
As it plays its sad lonely ring