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I wanted to be the hunter
and that was made so
I looked for the perfect hunt
and that was made so
I tryed to make you the hunter
but that was not made so
You were the prey that didn't get away
even though you were the strongest
Never did I relize how much you ment
but who were you?
What it the feeling I got? Amnisa? I don't know you.
Guess that dosn't matter because you were almost gone
It seems the only thing I was sure about was that I loved you.
I grabbed you and...and you were cold.
Cold. Like death was upon you.
Seeing the life leaving your beautiful face
My hands full of your contents
I held you close and whispered sadly in your ear
"Please live my dearest dear."
Then your body went limp... As did my soul
- Title: I wanted to be the hunter
- Artist: Ionia Nyx
- Description: A horrable occurance that I would rather not talk about.
- Date: 11/14/2010
- Tags: wanted hunter
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Ionia Nyx - 01/01/2011
- I know sadly thats how most of my poems are. Ha at least I know I am not the only one who thinks that. Thanks ^.^
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- bluepaloma - 11/21/2010
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I like it, but it seems that there is something missing!
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