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Miranda Peaco Poem
The demon on my shoulder,
is whispering in my ear,
and telling me stories,
I never wanted to hear.
It tells me,
of blood and death,
of theft and murder,
or rape and meth.
The demon then whispers,
"Miranda, don't you see?
You can run away,
from me..."
The words slither over cracked
lips:
"You can run but you can't
hide,
Miranda...
Because i'll always sit here and
bide,
As the demon on your
shoulder,
but also as something else...
because I am...
yourself."
Copyright © Miranda Peaco | Year Posted 2012
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Miranda Peaco Poem
Here lies the girl,
who completely fell apart.
Here lies the girl,
with a dule-ache, broken heart.
Here lies the girl,
who got broken in half,
cause he never really cared,
all he did was laugh.
Here lies the girl,
who slit her wrists,
and sewed them back up,
stitch by stitch.
Here lies the girl,
who no one cared for.
So she wrote her last words,
on a small piece of paper,
written only from her blood,
"Does anyone care now"?
Copyright © Miranda Peaco | Year Posted 2012
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Miranda Peaco Poem
You'll never understand,
how much I love you.
You'll never understand,
how much your smile brightens
my day.
You'll never understand,
the way your eyes glisten in the
sunlight.
You'll never understand,
how your life could be better,
with me always by your side.
And now,
you'll never know,
because I am gone.
Because without you,
I have no reason to live.
But just remember,
i'll always love you,
even if I'm now only a memory.
Copyright © Miranda Peaco | Year Posted 2012
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