Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Flatliner, Nov 20, 2006.

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  1. Flatliner

    Flatliner Guest

    Your eye's, they have a beautiful sheen
    They tell me what you're thinking and where you've been
    Yet they are full of darkness, frozen in a dream
    A pool full of acid, a blackened, burning scream
    You are a delicate rose, petals wilting in pain
    Trapped in a glass prison of blood and tearstains
    Slowly turns brittle, snaps and falls to ground
    Lying naked on the floor you never make a sound
    Ignored, unloved, you're no longer a rose
    But a corpse in the ground covered by snow
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    Awesome :arms:
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