So much before on this page written
Only to be cursed and swiftly erased,
The words that before had one so smitten
Are now mere corpses, shadows,
Alone and disgraced
The once burning passion still smolders in the veins.
No touch or caress unleashed this reaction;
Only a reminder of past pains
Those eyes that mocked love
That mouth that gave its all.
Those hands that grasped ones soul from above,
then allowed it to plunge; an unplanned fall.
Why the tear, Oh Dear One?
Has something mentioned provoked?
Well, that leads one to ask why some stood by while the flames were quenched and the embers left to smoke
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Author notes
I have found a use for my "Crow" journal Whitney! Writing works of genius! ha ha ha *stumbles of chuckling to self*
Written December 31st, 2004
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ya u r3lly r a gud poat.
~weener
~whitney
~x glam i am
~rupaul's lover
Sorry. I just couldn't resist wasting more good comment space.
I hate people that comment like that. Cha. Like we care to hear their nicknames. -
great job i really liked this it was a great read and i think u r a great poet keep up the good work!!!!!!!!!
~mystic oceania
~shorti
~babygirl
~sadie
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