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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
The heart in my chest is bleeding, But blood never shows a stain. If only behind this mask of tranquility You could see a soul that is grieving... My heart has the same ability To suffer - to drown in pain. If you knew how much one word could mean... If you only saw me falling Apart right in front of your eyes... But until the last drop of my blood is shed, My true love's solemnly sworn not to die. I guess, I'm like a castle, Ruined on the battle's last day, Or novel with half pages missing... The other half pages is frayed. |
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Brian23 Member
since 2007-11-03
Posts 73Belfast, Ireland |
Nice poem. Thats many poets curse I guess, people not being able to understand the torment of genius. |
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