Broken

by Porcelain   Jul 12, 2006


Lust paints the way to peace of mind.
Leaving lovers far behind.
Bringing tears to sleepless eyes.
The blood runs cold beyond black dyes.
And within the heat of passions war,
Lust is spilled upon the floor.
And so the broken record plays,
as we are torn and thrown away.

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  • 17 years ago

    by blueknight

    Hey great stuff you have a gift yeah this one was totaly great awsome keep it up and dont stop writting

  • 17 years ago

    by Tina Carr AKA Snickers

    Oh My Gosh.
    This is friggin incredible.
    You are so talented, I love your poems... I'm jealous! haha
    But yea, I love the way you wrote this one, it was simple but it was so detailed.. a very rare poem, I must say.
    Wonderful!
    Love
    Tina < 33

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