Teen Poetry #9 |
Sadness |
Vulpine Junior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 20Minnesota |
Sadness Its taste is bitter Its touch is cold It’s like death coming over An old weak body But its smell is of the sweetest kind Like that of honey Oh my sweet sorrow that is sadness I just want you to believe in me when no one else does. |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Your poetry brings out something profound. While many of us are familiar with "sweet sorrow", few relate the same to sadness. Very good, thought provoking read. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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