Scorn
A sacred love that I have scorn
a bright red rose that I have torn
mistakes is all that I can make
you hating me I couldnt take
I hate the fact that I gave up
a slit in my heart is what I have cut
life without you is hard to bare
its impossible to look at you and just not care
I pushed you away
you shouldnt stay
you deserve the best
without you I know I couldnt rest
right now it seems i'll have to try
I hope I dont lose control and die.
Copyright © Vanessa Silva | Year Posted 2005
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