The Break Up

May 22, 2009
The rawness of her humanity,
The futile heart.
The glistening hatred
Harsh tears
That torture her face
With their deep honesty
So that no human eye can avert
From the naivete of that grace.
100 kisses,
100 tender words falsely said in a moment,
Yet made real by her belief,
Reflected in the surreal curve of her heartbroken lips.

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lovehate29 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 11, 2009 at 11:54 am
Wow! This is very good! It is....Oh I can't find the words to say about this one. Good job!
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