*sigh* ...what a shame you are to life.
The future that weeps
Like a famine of innocence,
Sleeps within our heads,
As years of easy restraint
Kiss an uneasy diet
Of lost memories,
I sense that love
Never found your
Heart and soul.
No bloom from the rose,
Except from the nose
Of contempt.
Let this life close.
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2011-03-21 at 04:02
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The End
The End.The future that weeps
Like a famine of innocence,
Sleeps within our heads,
As years of easy restraint
Kiss an uneasy diet
Of lost memories,
I sense that love
Never found your
Heart and soul.
No bloom from the rose,
Except from the nose
Of contempt.
Let this life close.
Poetry by Morpheus
Read 766 times
Written on 2011-03-21 at 04:02
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