Christopher's Dead

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18 (A Final Tribute) - Poem by Christopher's Dead

When you cried, I was there to lift you up
Make you whole again
You always said I helped mend your broken heart
But you always said I would never lose your hand
Now I know that what we were was so pathetic
Just contemplating
Indescribable synthetic makeup of a heart
Crisscrossing over, underneath our veins connected

But everything is wrong now, everything was right
Who’s to say our masochistic way of thinking
Was nothing but a lie?

Gave in to romance
A novel with our faces on the cover
Never read the ending
Wish I had then maybe I’d be sober
Instead I’m so deadly hung-over
A grave, unsteady pile of stones
Ready to tumble and crush you in your sleep
This is my final tribute to you

Eighteen.


Comments about 18 (A Final Tribute) by Christopher's Dead

  • Lexi Zamora (12/22/2010 8:27:00 PM)


    Chris please tell me what's going on? ? ? ..If someone knows the truth about his suicide please tell me! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • (3/1/2010 6:56:00 AM)


    deepnesss.....i <3 it! ! (Report) Reply

  • (2/8/2010 7:29:00 PM)


    this poem is really deep and i really like it (Report) Reply

  • (12/26/2009 11:53:00 AM)


    WOW! i was looking for a poem that contributed to my relationship with my boyfriend, and i found it. this poem kicks a**! i lov eit to death: > (Report) Reply

  • Ronn Michael Salinas (12/24/2009 12:44:00 PM)


    I see it as murderous. Cool poem, Christopher. (Report) Reply

  • (12/9/2009 6:59:00 AM)


    'Gave in to romance, A novel with our faces on the cover, Never read the ending' I love that line. This is really good i like the way you express yourself. It has a really good flow to it (Report) Reply

  • (12/8/2009 8:13:00 PM)


    wow this is really good i like the view you took on it and the way you expressed yoursself (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2009



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