Poem-Ginger
I haven't Written in livejournal for five years now...!! This is the start of another day.
Ginger
I hate you, you weren't even fair.
If I died now would you even care?
The thought of you is like holding my breath,
and never letting go.
One by one the color drains to black,
and the images of you come back.
They come from deep down in the core.
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Ginger
I hate you, you weren't even fair.
If I died now would you even care?
The thought of you is like holding my breath,
and never letting go.
One by one the color drains to black,
and the images of you come back.
They come from deep down in the core.
Everything ( Read more... )
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