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Warning
How could you possibly be so blind?
Can't you see the pain that glazes her eyes?
It's irrelevant to you that shes dying inside
It's no matter of the mind that she's beginning to die.
She tried to give you a warning, but you didn't see
That deaths hand has brushed over her very body.
You ignored every word, every moment of her glances
You left her there with your worthless, empty promises.
Every moment of this life is killing her inside
She has no purpose, meaning to live this life.
But you brushed it off, assumed it was just a phase;
A phase that resulted in reckless tears and bloodstains.
It's irrelevant to you that shes dying inside
It's no matter of the mind that she beginning to die.
She tried to give you a warning, but you didn't see
That her fate was sealed, she was never really free.
This is extremely, extremely, creative... the message, the picture, the story, gives me chills. I can't believe how amazing a story can be -- a story of your life, as well. This poem captivates me greatly. I love it, m'dear. It's truly something to be proud of.
"A phase that resulted in reckless tears and bloodstains
it's irrelevat to you that she's dying inside"
That symbollism is haunting and true to the story of your life. You write amazingly... and your poems are always based on personal experience... which is something to truly, truly, admire.