by Hunter Scott Dec 22, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
The empty bottle spiraled around and around while it turned and twisted and rolled and rattled. The cap fell off but nothing came out; it was already busily spreading its numbing potion. |
by Tom Swart
The blood of a poets broken heart shows up well on the white page with words that show the cracks and depths of that wounded heart. Keep up the good works. |
by Mo
This is one of those poems where you get to the end of it and realise you have been reading it holding your breath the whole time. A very sad poem - but so delicately written. |
by LovinMyLife
Awesome! you poems have a lot of meaning. I really like then, thank you for commenting! buh-bye! Burning~Wings |
by Sandra D
You know i love it, so i don't have to say anything. |