Dead Love

February 18, 2011
By , Calgary, Canada
Scarlet, a road of wet ribbon wraps me as
I stare, frozen.
My life has let me,
My sweet heart has no soul.
I try to move, unable to
Depression surrounds my porcelain body.
My life, once loved is now foul.
Love? A thought, a desire,
A knife that has wounded me

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