There is a certain charm
About the hopelessly doomed
It brings a choke to my chest
Bitter acidic tears
swim over the surface of my heart
I don't know why I'm crying
Perhaps its for the end of youth,
the death of beauty
Or the fact that I can't stop thinking
in tired cliches
Regardless of their source,
it can't be disputed
These tears are from me
Look inside,
maybe you'll find the core
Brush with your fingers
the soul of me
which is only a miniscule piece
of the world,
even though it means the world
to me
Author notes
Option Three-- Inspired by The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys
A contest entry
- highbrow cinderellas by slaughter.
300 points, ended August 27, 2007, 29 entries
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really good, way better than my shit


