January 25, 2010
By Britny BRONZE, Miami, Florida
Britny BRONZE, Miami, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought." - Sylvia Plath

Familiar lips wrap around
Seeping poison in every crack
Spewing lustful revenge into pores
Four moonlike razors makes their imprint to palms

What might it be exactly?
It must me your impecible way
To bring me to my knees
To bring me to tears
To bring me to beg
For any quivering emotion
Besides the sorrowful grief
Your lashes of speech have thrust upon me

So sick of lying
So sick of hiding
So sick of you

Please leave
But stay close

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xLpoet SILVER said...
on Feb. 11 2010 at 5:40 pm
xLpoet SILVER, Bristow, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"It is not the length of life but the depth of life"- Ralph Waldo Emerson

I love the way you use your words. They are very full of emotion and anger while the love lingers. It portrays an image that people can relate to. Will you read my recent untitled?


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