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She was a
Schoolyard Juliet
Killing herself
For the idea
Of love

Slowly

The scars were building
The mirror
No longer held recognition
Her heart waning
Each lover
Left her broken

She

She was falling silent
There were no more cries
Left to be ignored
She was with someone
Every night
And forever alone

Was

Kicking herself
For every failure
Blaming herself
For all the pain
There were no answers
In this quest

Dying

Back to the playground
Each man
A class
Yielding no knowledge
Of where to go from here

Back to the playground
Each swing
Another place to cry

Back to the playground
Each day
Another day
When no one would notice
If she died
.
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hardlyou Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2004   Writer
Its true. You were dying inside- i think you were dying much longer than you knew, and much longer than i ever realized how crippled you had become... This poem gives me the feeling of stepping on flowers.

I took something so pure and beautiful and crushed it until it was nothing more than colored pigmint slowly fading in the bleached sun smashed against the pavement.

Im sorry that i broke you.
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CordeliaxShotxHim Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2004
It wasn't you who broke me, you were merely the petals I was stepping on. I'm sorry you had to go through it.
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hardlyou Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2004   Writer
heh... i guess we all have our own beliefs...
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strangeblueice Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2004
That's a real sad poem, well written though, very.
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