Like refused gifts, the flower withers.
As the scanty rain brings drought,
so my veins have dried sweat cold.
My contenance has fallen, low.
Night has turned into forever,
and dreams evade my pulse,
while smiles retuned to givers
remain stagnant upon my lips.
True love vanished like a mirage,
like deserts heat of scorched decay.
Feelings thump instead of laughing,
woe is my anatomy.
Sad, the beat of losers, weeping,
for their longing lingers elsewhere.
Tearing flesh of wishful moments,
still, he sent me packing,
carefree of my screaming rants.
Revenge cries out with blameful language,
full of spite and free from conscience.
I'll get even in the shadows,
while he smiles at who he loves.
Forgiveness is a faulty kindness,
I won't do it, no, I can't, for
he shredded all I had to give him,
now I'll shred all that he has.
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well, i kind of liked this piece, if it wasn't for the use of some strange punctuation?? but hey-ho...
i like the bittersweet feel of this piece and it has a strong ending, although, like i said previously, the use of ~ is a bit strange......
but thank you for entering and good luck too
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Edited the ~~~ thingys,
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Wow, I am sure happy to be your bud and not the one in your write. Very powerful!!!
Best wishes in the contest
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HA!
I don't really have these feelings, this is for a prompt,
I believe in forgiveness.
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