April 30, 2010
By BlairCuttie1495 GOLD, New York, New York
BlairCuttie1495 GOLD, New York, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"I wish i could write as mysterious as a cat" -Edgar Allen Poe

The Darkness speaks
Creeping up on the non knowing souls.
It came from nowhere feeding on the broken hearted girl.
The darkness is what she loved
It was the darkness who was breaking her.

Waiting on the edge of that cliff
Hoping someone would save her from that brink of destruction. waters of the daily tears
Why was it him she asked herself?
And now what he did shall not be forgiven.

It...she was once a rose
Tall, red and beautiful as can be in her head.
But for when the darkness burned her, it left her for dead.
Began to darken with each passing day.
She told herself she will be reborn
To put that darkness of his...
To a never waking bed.

The author's comments:
I am a poet of sadness. A lot of my work has to do with the things I've seen,done, and have gone through. My emotions are dark and real. Can you handle it?

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