Used and Used Again?

by in spite of love   Nov 4, 2006


Sweet intoxication,
Sweet descending soul,
Sweet ascending blasphemy,
You took me when I was whole.

Now that I am broken,
No one understands,
Now that I am broken,
No one there to take my hand.

Torn to tattered pieces,
Torn to lovely shreds,
Torn into millions of fibers,
Not one left to mend.

You're my intoxication,
You're my descending soul,
You're my ascending blasphemy,
You took me when I was whole.

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  • 18 years ago

    by mellmer

    This is THE BEST poem you have almost ever written! Hahah well it's really good. I swear I love it. Keep up the good work :) we should write a poem together. Love ya

  • 18 years ago

    by Marissa

    Your poem is really good and i can tell that you put emotions into this poem! I hope that you keep on writing because you are really good!

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