Through the woods, acroos the stream.
She screams hiding her fears.
Still causing more pain, spilling her crimson blood.
Wishing so hard that he was there.
Look at her wrists the scars run deep like the hole in her chest.
The dagger's rusting with the gathering dust.
Lieing there for ages, no one went looking for the heartbroken girl.
She gave her love to the guy of her most desireable dreams.
Everything has changed, her depression lifted at last.
With on stab of a dagger tht rusted with blood.
The trees cover the ground where she lays.
As the rain starts to fall like tears from her gaurdian angel.
The drops wash her away carring her life and soul far from the hurt she feels.
The glimmer o fthe dagger's blade has no sign of rust where the blood once was.
 Rea Kyasuri-n · Fri Apr 27, 2007 @ 11:48pm · 0 Comments |
