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by Poppy Nov 27, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Mist and bone, They broke the stone, That sits above my bed. Blood and lust, Turn to dust, And I have been forsaken. One false laugh, Many fallen tears, And this shall be the end. Mist and bone, Blood and lust, Lets curse the b**** that I trust. Broken heart, I'll not fall apart, And this is ripping my soul to shreds. Mist and stone, Blood and bone, One single hair of a deceiver. Mix this well, Chant and dwell, Lets call forth my demons.
by Tara Kay
Good poem, nice usage of words, rhymes well. good job check out mine sometime. tara xx