The Cycle

I close my eyes
You enter my mind
Your hands in mine
We smile we talk we’re content

I close my eyes
You enter my mind
Your hands in mine
We smile we talk we’re content
I wake up
I’m back where i started
My hands are wrapped around your neck
You cry
I frown
We’re over
You’re gone
I grieve
It’s been done

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By Holdmetightdeath

I'm a young female considered by so many gothic, i just like the way i look in dark colors. Yeah i actually bought a t shirt that said poser on it because i was sick of being ridiculed at school, i give up to easily, but if i hadn't just said, yeah okay im a poser, some people would have died and thats not so good for the goth image sicne the whole columbine thing, and they weren't gothic by the way anyways im babbling, if you want to hear more pathetic dribble look for my soon to be comming poetry entrys or just find out where im at and become a stalker.