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hardcorechick28
Mar 09, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

DeMona's Letter

My Darling
My Love
How I miss
The taste of blood
How I miss
You and I

Things are changing
Didnt know if you'd care
So much bottled up inside
There is much I have to share

I've been out of touch
Hiding in the shell
Of my former self
Barely exisiting
Hardly breathing
Wish you were here

Decisions to be made
A new life to consider
A tiny blessing
Light in our world
Of darkness

Shadows come and go
The night transitions to day
I havent slept
Nothing new
My world is emptiest
Without you


— hardcorechick28, Mar 09, 2010
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hardcorechick28

16 years 3 months ago

thank you

for taking the time to read my poem. I am glad you think it's lovely. I do accept criticism if it is the positive kind and meant to better my piece. Thanks again for your praise.
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 3 months ago

DeMona's Letter...

Sounds as though it is a real letter. I loved it! Couched in subtle hints, as though to frustrate unauthorized readers. Just letting him know that she is thinking of him, and wishing for his presence. Knowing the circumstances, makes me a little more privy to the content, and therefore being able to better judge, I give you a five! Don't give up, things will get better. ~ Gee
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hardcorechick28

16 years 3 months ago

glad you

enjoyed it and I knew you would understand better than most. For those who dont know the situations, they have to think and read between the lines to see what she is talking about. Can interpret it in many different ways. Looking forward to new Killer as well...talk soon
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 3 months ago

Hello

I think it is great. It just goes to show that monster's have hearts which can yearn. Love, it! Always, Cat
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hardcorechick28

16 years 3 months ago

Monsters

do have hearts, most of which are badly broke and make them what they are. They know how to feel and how love just like anyone else, some just differently than others

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