its not that good. or well now that i read it it isnt that good. oh well. i woudl say tell me wat you all think about it. but seeing as im the only GOD DAMN ******** PERSON!!! who is ever on and active in this group... ill jsut have to tell my self about it. and that will end up in me burnign it
the meaning of this poem is very simple. can is ment for my friends. ******** dont tell me my bf fletcher is bad for me. hes not a bad influence on me. ive been smokin and drinking befor i met him. and you all are ******** killing me when you say "carey dump him hes no good for you." "carey why are you dating him hes a drug." or "carey you shouldnt wast your time try finding a guy like you had or why not go back out with ryan." you all are not only killing me but your putting dout in my relationship and why would you do that? i ask you people. fletcher isnt a band influens. why would i go out with ryan. hes a f**. no really he is. and why would i want to find a guy like i once had. that would end in tragity just like it already did. dont be stupid people. i love fletcher. so leave me the ******** alone. or me and him will start killing you all off one by one till there is no one left.
anyway here is the poem
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Roses are red
Vilets are blood
I fall to the ground
As I spill blood for you
Eyes are glosey
Knifes begin to blosem
I'm on the ground here
Spilling blood for you and i
My friends all say at once
"We told you from the start
He isn't good for you he will not save you
So give up now befor your threw"
I turned to the sky
And say "my what a lie he is mine"
I'm pulled up and tied
Tied to the nights lie
I lefted my head slowly
And saw you for my rescue
You took them down one by one
They where wrong and i was right
Gently and slowly you took me down
you held me in your arms
Sighed at the sight of me and fround
To hide the tears from falling this night
You said "I'm here do not die"
It was to be my blood
Not yours only mine
And you barred yourself in hate
I said in a slow soft whisper
"Calm down my love
For it was a grate pleasure
Spilling blood for our love"
I close my bleeding eyes
As you carried me to your place
For when I woke up
I would finally be at home
You held me close that night
And mended the wounds
We both went off to sleep that night
Finally with one another
And no one else cared
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Quiet Stars Dilemma
My life writen in poetry. Inspirational and happy.
Strait to sad and depressing. Come seep into the dark deeps of my mind.
I warn you now. This is not a happy tail... This is nothing but a
sad tragedy...
i like poking dead things with a stick.... o.O