These Days of Our Lives

by BrokenMisery   Aug 3, 2006


Vodka soaked breath,
Pierced tongue
(to keep those words inside these lips of mine).

These paper wings will never lift me
Off this broken soil,
And this heart will never hold
It will only spoil.

Layered face in make-up
Mask of a clown
But the insides are pouring,
And the truth is found.

The reflection of sweet foolishness,
The mirror of existence.
Plagued pages of witches curse,
And shredded persistence.

This black ribboned tragedy,
An encore to devour.
A staged story only to loose again,
And pass by the hour.

The grey sky of today will fade into history,
And will become yesterday
(Once again)...

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  • 17 years ago

    by Wasted Fake Smiles

    Great work..again. u have a great way w/ words. really detailed! wow....no words to express my feelings. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by TILLmyLASTtearFALLS

    That was so deep and sad! It was an amazing poem and every one of your stanzas took my breath away.Absolutely wonderful! The rhyming worked perfectly too.Well done!

    "Layered face in make-up
    Mask of a clown
    But the insides are pouring,
    And the truth is found."

    ^^ I loved this stanza!Keep writing!5/5
    Best wishes,

    TILLmyLASTtearFALLS

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