December 4, 2009
By DearMissWhite GOLD, Sandy, Utah
DearMissWhite GOLD, Sandy, Utah
10 articles 1 photo 3 comments

Years of my life wasted
As i sat around, pining for you
Drawings of your name
cover the pages of my
Turn each one and you will discover
A sick fantasy
A twisted lie, that will turn your heart cold
An honest lie, that sprung from a seed
Slithering limbs turn you to stone
Look deeper still and you will find rows and rows of
Packed in tidy little boxes
White labels gleam like teeth
Throw yourself at them
Tear them open
Looking at your flaws until you scream
Tear out the pages.

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JeanGrey GOLD said...
on Apr. 16 2010 at 4:43 pm
JeanGrey GOLD, Mason City, Iowa
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Favorite Quote:
"I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying."-Oscar Wilde

Yikes, kind of twisted but I like is interesting and I like the descriptions you used :)


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