what lies behind the door
where a broken angel lays
with no warmth of arms to save her
no venomous kiss to kill her loneliness
can someone truely love a broken angel?
with no memories of her own
only scars to show her way home
no matter where she goes
she feels all alone
even if in a room full of people
she feels as though she burns in water
she feels as though she drowns in flames
making it harder for her to breath
no one can love a broken angel
no one is able to understand how she feels
making it even harder to stand the pain
the pain that fills her empty heart
crying herself to sleep at night
drenching her pillow as she fights
what lies behind the door
where a broken angel lays.
written by me 2-12-08
Razor Blade Kisses
honey colored tresses
butterfly misses
blue eyed messes
blood trail blisses
everyday stresses
tear streaked face
disappear without a trace
black heart
torn apart
silver lips
burning hips
hurt feelings
sad memories
happy smiles
no more exist
tired of trying
thoughts of dying
razor blade kisses.
10-12-08
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