Jan 27, 2009 18:50
I could not catch you when you fall
I could not let you fall into my arms
To dust your bones would shatter into
To dust your being would turn into
And I couldn't forgive myself
For crushing you
I couldn't forgive myself
For making you
What I have always been.
I couldn't forgive myself
For being the one,
Who made you die.
angst,
poetry
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For making you
What I have always been.
woah. intense...but very realistic at the same time. nice poem!
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I'm not sure did you notice the hidden, last line.
But thank you. I'm so glad you're enjoying my writings. :)
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