Word ill

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I get sick of the ink and pen in hand

I look at the paper like it has been done and said

but it's as white as the pearl around my neck,

I hate words for they have bled every emotion i have felt 

Pages and pages of i letters i left to live with pain sorrow and dread

''i'll come back'' i promised myself but promises are broken never kept 

So i take a leap of faith for love

but the paper only brings darts to my heart


                                                                                       The end


boy i'm on a role today - this one is okay? i dunno i think most of what i write is  shit but let me know your thoughts! and i'll see ya next time

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