On a dark and stormy night
In a wedding dress soaked with her sobs
She chose the heart
From the forbidden tree
Suffocating, dying
Of a love that never lasted
She met her metonym for death
And wilted at last.
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A contest entry
- PIF Quickie: 10/40/30 by FallingTwilight.
450 points, ended August 3, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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beautiul
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Oh, wonderful take on the prompt. I always wonder what other people see in that picture... I think everyone sees a different story. I like your take very much.
Good luck!
FallenPoeticAngel
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Prompt is up, good luck!


