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by Teria Apr 4, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
Flames of burning ice.Glamoured features let her down, punctured wounds and filtered hearts - set a pace for the missing parts. Drift away, my loving soul, drift away, follow the path less followed, soul - set a pace to make me whole. Faults of fire burn her cheeks, reddened skin and lettered vowels - adulterous proof slides down your bowels. Charming words to lie for shame, captured souls and burdened fears - hold on tightly, slide down tears. Flames of burning ice surround her being, broken glass and mocks that soar - leave her dying, on the floor.
by Spirit
Wow That was sad. It made me cry so much. It was a beautiful and painful poem all at the same time. Thanks for the read.
by Baby Rainbow
Good language xxxxx