Blurry visions of you in my mind. Writing poems without a rhyme. Stitching every incision you have made. The pain of it drives me insane.
Maybe if I am to sing our song tonight And if I will take your soul with me And let it enter my being Let it enter through me.
The scent of your hair stays on my pillow And it's making me drown in my own tears. I am trying to not let go of you But my sweaty hands decided to let loose.
I am so sorry for killing her. Confusion ruled over me And I am so desperate. I am sometimes frustrated.
Do you know how painful it is to kill your own offspring? Do you know how it feels to hear that you look so disgusting?
The degree of insanity is increasing. Her blood from my hand is dripping. This angel was killed by her mother and her father did not even bother.
Why weren't you here? You left me bleeding. You did not even see Our angel who was dying.
I do not want this angel to love me. I won't let this dying fetus be a piece of what used to be.
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About emanilapoetry emanilapoetry formally opened on 19 June 2005 and is an online community of more than 400 writers and poets from various countries. As at 28 Sept 2007, this site has more 6,862 poem entries in archives.
