![]() The Ghosts of Lovers PastA Poem by Cory Plata![]() Just a poem I wrote the other day...![]()
You came to me mysteriously,
like a dream waiting to be caught In the night. Seductive were your words they drew me in closer. The breathes you spoke so dark and sexual. You picked me from the garden. The black rose. The one that bleeds as it dies in the ghosts of lovers past. Care for me for I am delicate and fragile. Do not pick my petals or cut my thorns, as I would never do this upon you. For you are the red rose... the red, to my black. © 2009 Cory PlataAuthor's Note
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Added on September 29, 2009Author![]() Cory PlataBrunswick, OHAboutI am 25 years old, and I've been writing for about 8 years or so. I just recently self-published my first book called "Confessions of a Teenage Suburbanite" on LuLu.com. Also, I am just starting to ge.. more..Writing
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