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Jasmine Rowe Poem
Red, like the paint on the sheets
the ones that wont let in any heat
the color is bold yet too plain
but the meaning lets out so much pain
Bloodstains on my wrist
Because I made you pissed
Bloodstains on my head
There it is all over my bed
The smell is all over my place
There is blood all over my face
You hurt me way to much
I can't stand your bloody touch
Bloodstains on the gun
Don't believe what I have done
Bloodstains on my lave
From your bloody fave
You had your chance to stop
You even lied to the cop
You should of yelled
But you never bailed
Bloodstains in my heart
You ripped it apart
Bloodstains in my mine
You body they'll never find
(poem is copyrighted under my name)
Copyright © Jasmine Rowe | Year Posted 2005
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Jasmine Rowe Poem
Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,
I start thinking of you and ask myself why?
Why do I love you? I think and smile,
because I know the list could run for miles.
The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your touch,
so many little things that make me love you so much.
The way you support me, and help with my emotions
the way you care and show such devotions.
The way that your kiss fills me with desire,
and how you hold me with the warmth of a fire.
The way your eyes shine when you look at me,
lost with you forever is where I want to be.
The way that I feel when your by my side,
a since of completion and overflowing pride.
The dreams that I dream, that all involve you,
the possibilities I see the things that we do.
How you finish the puzzle that lies in my heart,
and how deep in my soul your the most important part.
I could go on for days telling you of how I feel,
but all you really much know is that my love for you is real.
Copyright © Jasmine Rowe | Year Posted 2005
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