frozen inside everything
time space and the deep unemotional world
taking them where you took me
is not an optional place
love is but a beauty contest
in which no one lives
therefor we shall all die
for we must love at one point
get turned down and end up in hollowed out place
the place in which ourselves
where the love is gone
and only cold dispair is left
for that is our hearts
A contest entry
- Delightful Golden Beauty Picture Prompt. #2 by delightfulmess.
525 points, ended December 19, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh I like the sad bleak outlook here... Well done for the pic...

Thank you so much for entering my contest. 


Delila


