I know that it will be my last


03 Oct, 2014 05:56 AM
She smells like the sands of time
And is funny without ever being mean
I know that she's a dime

But I can't stop this feeling
I got my bottle of Jack
Then there's a sudden bleeding
In this abrasive room of black
I create a certain kind of seeing

Maybe I should care

But shouldn't every human being
Why do I find myself in such a stare such a glare
When it's just her concentrating

She said she is there
Because of the lack of caring
I say that I'm here
Because of the lack of caring

She said that that is life
I said that that is strife
Had been shown at the end of this knife

I know that I must keep my bearing
But that is shown by the scars that I'm wearing
Pain has a way of escaping

But she has a way to draw it
To manipulate it
To construct it
To create an impersonal amount of anticipation about it

A book couldn't copy this feeling
Nor a file
Nor a story

The empathy bursting from my soul couldn't comprehend the very existence 
of the hurt held within this girls' heart 
waiting to flood my incoherent mind just from this single unbroken glance
I know that it will be my last
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Thomas Bradley says:
22 Apr, 2015 10:50 AM

I was looking for some words to write a tune for as part of my college courses and would like to use this poem, would that be ok.

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Derek says:
22 Nov, 2015 03:25 AM

All yours.

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Sammie Winchester says:
25 Nov, 2016 11:16 AM

You're really good at this. May I ask how old you are?

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Derek says:
03 Jan, 2017 03:01 AM


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Prince Norman says:
16 Jun, 2017 02:44 PM

wow.. probably the greatest. i write too and i was wondering if i can send u some of my poems..and help m because im still growing.

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Derek says:
14 Jul, 2017 05:02 AM

We are all friends here, send away.

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