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 Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 9:08 am
It's torn to shreds, Encased in ice, It feeds on dread, And lands on rusty knives. Painful past, Broken pledges, Love doesn't last, And I'm going to jump off the ledge. My heart is dead, Washed away by the rain, Its blood stained red, And drowned in pain. Where is the love? Where is the light? Flown out on a dove, In a perilous flight. It’s time for the end, Of a wasted life, Lost in the wind, And free from the strife. My amateur work.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 4:37 pm
Kind of depressing, but heck, most poetry is like that anyway. Good rhythm and rhyme. I just really want to say great job, but I try to add other things in reveiws as well, so they tend to be long.... so anyways, please keep writing!
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 4:53 pm
Thanks, it was meant to be depressing. I plan to improve my skills highly
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