I think this poem is kinda cute...in the manner it flows. #_#


It was so cute to watch her cut herself.
And dream the days away.
Let the intoxicating drugs of lust,
get in an honest way.
I believed he loved the ways she had,
the torture and the pain.
He never said a single thing,
he let her slip away.

He sits so coldly thinking now,
about the love he lost.
For the reality of growing up,
is harder than the cost.
So when I sit and cut myself,
I think about the days...
When he loved her, and she loved him
...and all the days they lost.

awwww shame shame//i see more than one thread from mr.draxzor for his works,
but i do like this one better then the first...though it is very nicely done.

*Beats head into wall.*

Sorry. But, thanks.

*hold draxzors head*
no dont do that now,,,stop it!
everyone makes mistakes..its not that big of deal.
:ph34r:
*puts ice on head for draxzor*

heh. thanks. ^^

I loved it. Hope to hear more. Luv ya

Thanks. O.o

Great poem. It's...cute I suppose...

Oh. btw. Keep you're poetry in one thread.

Thanks. ^^