Wednesday, July 16, 2008 @ 8:22:00 PM
Laugh, and the world laughs with you
Weep, and you weep alone
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She is an open history of sad anecdotes;
Filled with withdrawn souls within
The wounded peace remained embalmed;
emotions resembling a many faceted gem;
and continual slavery of the heart
Her eyes dark as coal as guilty pleasures clouded
bubbling perilous ascent brings eternal note of grief;
musing perfectly together
She stood robed in flames and amber;
abandoned under the cool pink light before the heat of day
Trapped in a poisoned mind of swiveling murky darkness
You have become her memory, a bad piece of faded memory. And soon, it would cease to even matter at all. Goodbye, forever.Labels: Poetry
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