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Everytime it pulses
I sit and I think
I think and i begin to cry
When i cry my eyes squint
When i squint it swells
When it swells i remember the bruise
When i remember the pain comes
I get flashbacks in my head
I get the visions of you
This area pulses like my heart
This area is created by you
This area is hurt
It hurts like my heart
It bleeds like my heart
It swells like my heart
And suddenly you are no more but memories
WOW! Diana, this poem is so deep and so touching....reading this makes the reader feel your pain, although not as bad as you feel it. Wow...well keep up the great writing girl! Luv ya!
-MeLiSsY