Blanche Hardin Poems

Beyond this peircing pain,
Of cutting my vein,
What can I do? ,
Besides loving you.
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Standing on the edge afraid to fall,
Wondering if your life really mattered at all.
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Pain remembered
and
Love forgotten.
Hearts broken
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Once more you tell me lies,
As my love for you dies.
Why can't you be honest with me,
When I tried to be.
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This blood on my hands,
Is something I regret.
This love for you I cannot forget,
Your love is worth more than money can bet.
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I sleep among unearthed corpses,
Dreaming of riding skeleton horses.
Unto the shadows I'm born again,
To bring destruction and pain among men.
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This love so open,
I share her pain.
By my death would leave a stain.
This love so blank,
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Have you realized your love,
Is it not what wanted.
Having someone to think of
Has left you haunted.
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