look, by so_close_but_yetso_far
I don't know you.
But you seem to know me.
When you look at me,
You see my core,
You know my secret,
You see through my clothes.
You see the scars.
You know who made those marks.
You feel sorry for me.
You know what its like.
I ask you what that thing on your hand,
You say its just a scratch,
But DUDE, THATS NO SCRATCH,
Thats a freakin' knife,
I KNOW THE DRILL!
|Posted: 2005-09-05 12:19:14 UTC|
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|2005-10-21 02:37:06||ill haven
|holy cow you put a bunch of stuff in a comment on my poem "One"