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This is how it ends
Contributed by
jenny21614
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Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 08:35:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Thorns.
Pierce the heart with unfailing consistency and accuracy.
Constantly ripping and tearing,
Leaving a love stricken heart open and vulnerable.
Can I pick up the pieces and patch it back together with slashed bloodied hands?
Can I curl up in a ball of black solitude,
expecting the world to spin without me?
I'll take a ride on the back of a Monarch's wings,
look to the blindman who refuses to quit despite all the times hes fallen, for inspiration.
Paint the black crevices of my heart red again,
glue the broken pieces back together...
Look to the sun as I sigh with relief.
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jenny21614
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2004-07-30 08:35:17] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: This is how it ends
(User Rating: 1 ) by lovespoetic0518 on
Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 09:38:24 AM AEST (User
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This is a really good read. I love the lines "Can I curl up in a ball of black solitude, expecting the world to spin without me?"
Excellent.
Kimberly :) |
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