SparksA Poem by Broken Rose
He breathes on my neck.
His breath plays across my face. It is not magical. I am scared to tell. © 2010 Broken Rose |
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1 Review Added on May 5, 2010 Last Updated on May 5, 2010 AuthorBroken RoseLaPorte, INAboutWriting comes from the heart, and sometimes the heart bleeds. People say my writing often has a melancholy touch, and people call me emo. It's hard for me to open up and share my writing, but i do my .. more.. |