Saray Brunette Poems
|1.||Theives Of Time||11/4/2009|
|2.||If These Walls Could Talk||11/4/2009|
|4.||Watch Me Fall||11/4/2009|
|5.||What I'D Say||11/4/2009|
|6.||Make It Last||11/4/2009|
|7.||Love So Pure||11/4/2009|
|8.||All The Same||11/4/2009|
|9.||Always Wanting Love||11/4/2009|
|14.||I Grew Up Better Without You||11/7/2009|
|15.||Reasons I Love You||11/7/2009|
|16.||Empty, Lost, Miserable.||11/7/2009|
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With the razor kissed wrists
This is my bright red scream
As I press down harder blood begins to surface
I convince myself 'you don't feel pain, forget it, it's worth it'
You convince yourself that there is no pain
I try to forget
It's just my sick little game
There's white ones, red ones, fresh ones too
I'm ashamed of what I do
As time goes by they get harder to hide
More and more skin with scars on the outside
Hide them with long sleeved shirts, it covers them up but doesn't take away the hurt
It hurts the same when nobody knows; it's just the ...
Theives Of Time
Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.
But will the spider remember, or the sun?
Did the water capture our faces in permanence?
Does the wind create us anew as it blows?
Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?
Our secret been revealed.
Yet I have told no other.
I write these words in silence, in mute testimony
To what once was.