Open Poetry #45 |
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Endlessly |
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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
Finally She drank a bit From an empty glass of wine, Finally The pieces fit, Yet they fail at matching fine. Endlessly Her sore red eyes Turn to vast but shallow lakes, Endlessly She'll pay the price For her salty sweet mistake. Finally He found his core In her pointless rotting grief, Finally He craved for more When she cursed his fake beliefs. Endlessly The heart explodes In the weakened burning fists. Endlessly... And so it goes Due to feelings-catalysts. Hearts. Spades. Wars. Games. Spades. Wars. It goes round, and round, and round Behind the locked black door. They. Endlessly. Finally He found his core, Yet they fail at matching fine. Luckily, She craves for more Than an empty glass of wine. Hearts. Spades. Wars. Games. Spades. Wars. It goes round, and round, and round Behind the locked black door. They. Endlessly. |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Simply outstanding!!! |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
Finally He found his core, Yet they fail at matching fine. Luckily, She craves for more Than an empty glass of wine. ABD, a very interesting post my friend. Take care. Lindsay |
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