Green Light

February 26, 2009
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Hold back the thoughts
The pain.
The fear.
Keeping to myself,
daring not to shed a tear

Questions are asked
Answers not given.
Bruises are made
As quickly as the are hidden.

Red water is not what I drink
Tis what I give.

She angers
scares
Hates
everything about me.

Red Light
Green light
One, two, three.
What I though was a game
Was really beating me.

Questions are asked.
Answers not given.
Bruises are made
As quickly as they are hidden.





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ayeBNFx3 said...
Aug. 15, 2009 at 6:30 am
ayeee! ilovethis poem though -_-. Like, OD .. ^__^ [snaps fingers]LOL.
 
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