Fool's Sickness This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Her whispered words ring loud to him

And singe his wretched soul,

And every glance she casts his way

Adds depth to his black hole.



And should her touch, so gentle soft,

Decide to grace his skin,

He'll swear to you the traces of

Their marks, though faint and thin.



And though he may be dying now

A thousand deaths apart,

His sickness can't be cured for it's

A sickness of the heart.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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SunballSunny said...
Jun. 3, 2013 at 10:06 am
very nice :)
 
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