Untitled!(suggestions for title?)

by natasha   Apr 12, 2005


Ever fading
Turnng black
Lost inside a cul-de-sac

Always falling
Into the sky
Loving, hating, wishing to fly

Constant cutting
What a show
Seeing crimson upon the snow

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  • 19 years ago

    by Georgi

    oooooo wow short n sweet i LIKE IT! u can see a lot of pain just seeping out of this great work

    maybe u could call it.....fading????

    or....falling?
    something simple tht agrees with ur poem
    nice work
    xxxx

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