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For You.
By Half-Dead Agonist
I would seem to be fortune's fool,
So lucky to be with this girl,
Where my love has stayed in,
My beautiful maiden,
My love starts to unfurl.
I wish I could know,
What to do with myself,
Because I love her so much,
I long for her touch,
Having it is hell.
I call for her presence,
And when she arrives,
I will lament,
For I'm very content,
It feels like knives.
Happiness is a stranger,
In my depressed story,
It is out of place,
Such a disgrace,
I'll leave it gory.
How to cure a suicidal teen?
I believe the answer is mine,
There should be some more,
Of this educated lore,
Via pantomime.
I love this girl so much,
Every way she lives,
The scars on her arm,
Her wit and her charm,
Everything that she gives.
I'd do anything,
Anything, my sweet,
You owe me no kiss,
Nothing at all miss,
But to you I owe defeat.
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Copyright 2003 Half-Dead Agonist
Published on Monday, September 29, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
everyone should be as deeply sweet as you. loved it. ~jul-bug
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A former member wrote:
"It feels like knives" Such is the way of love, I feel you. PLeasue I found in this awkward depression as knives. Well done, there is always the time which may unfold your desire...
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