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APPLE

Submitted by SingingSigrid on Wed, 10/24/2012 - 8:19pm

Your blood

Spilled over my

Fingertips,

Red in the 

Eyes of my

Imagination.

On the edges of my

Beliefs, I saw the

Coldness of the

Silver slicing through

Your heart.

My tears dripped

Onto your

Shattered wishes, 

Curled there,

Glistening in the 

Shadows at the 

Center of your core.

I tasted 

Blood on the 

Tip of my tongue,

And when I

Swallowed, I felt

You 

Long-Earned

Wisdom in my

Chest.

I climbed the tree,

Hungry for more of what wasn't

Mine, and I stole your

Perfection.

Then, I

Carved my 

Hope on your 

New-Born skin.

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love it!! xo :))))))

Submitted by Quella on Thu, 10/25/2012 - 7:24am.

love it!! xo :))))))

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

~Robert Frost

Thanks!! I'm really sad cuz I

Submitted by SingingSigrid on Thu, 10/25/2012 - 6:23pm.

Thanks!! I'm really sad cuz I just found out i didn't get into something i auditioned for, oh well. I love you. :D

"You cannot escape anxiety, you cannot escape the clutch of fear at your heart. And yet, I hope the certainty of what we have to meet will help you rise above those fears."

~Eleanor Roosevelt

Awww... Im sorry. Youll get

Submitted by Quella on Fri, 10/26/2012 - 8:24pm.

Awww... Im sorry. Youll get in next time!! Im sure you were amazing!! love you ! :)))))) <3

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

~Robert Frost