Open Poetry #1 |
Your Love Died...With Me. |
Alysia Junior Member
since 1999-06-26
Posts 35american falls, idaho usa |
canvas of blood sticks and twigs stepped off the balcony only to hear my body fly and a bird fall tears whisper and pain sings out staring through you only i smile back hiding in the linen closet a baby is born uncherished memories the sun went down and your cloud---- i put a gun to her head |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Darkness at it's brightest. ------------------ Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities. |
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