Teen Poetry #9 |
Agonizing Harmony |
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since 2009-05-30
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A soft, sharp knock and a dull-eyed stare. Opens the door, but no one's there. The howling wind is playing games, but nothing sparks a flame. An innocent child, left all alone with an empty hearth and empty home. The ice-wind knives keeps her company a sweet, agonizing harmony. Nothing is more painful than realizing he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him. (Unknown) |
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