When the bullets ricochet...

by Poet on the Piano   Nov 6, 2016


I thought confiding in you would be the cure of me;
now the only comfort I have is kidnapping words
and sleeping with their syllables.

    report violation
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  • 8 years ago

    by hiraeth

    Woops, accidentally nominated this from the mod account, will count that towards my nominations for the week, just mentioning it here for full disclosure.

    that saidd, really, really, really love this.

    • 8 years ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      Thank you all for reading and leaving your thoughts! Appreciate it :)

      And Mark, thanks for the nomination.

  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    Wow! This piece really packs a punch! Words have a way of healing and a way of destroying us. I love you referring to the latter and when the words fly we all better be ducking. Well done-

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Wow this is absolutely stunning and so sad especially as all you do is that away words that actually meant something. Sometimes that's all we have, words.

    I wish I had more word for this masterpiece.
    Em

  • 8 years ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    I like this powerful little piece

    All the best

    Gel

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