i remember sitting
alone in my room
staring at those flowers
that you brough me
when you told me the horrible news
i reach out my hand
just to touch your face
one more time
only to feel
the sticky warmth
that is your blood
i had thought
i would always love
the way the sun leaked thru
the window in your basement
but now
id just prefer the darkness
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punkmetal:
Those first two parts are pretty good. I could make that in to one hell of a sad punk song.
fool_til_death:
were we struck by lightning or was it the pear tree 