The CrowA Poem by Brett Forsythe
The tears of the crow drown the holes in my heart, longing for trust breathing just to restart,
careless and free the crow soars in the clouds, painful to see it fall into the crowd, picked apart nearly eaten alive, falling victim to love's web of lies, believing is tough when a crow was your love, but don't stop believing and you'll find your dove. © 2011 Brett Forsythe |
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Added on July 28, 2011 Last Updated on July 28, 2011 AuthorBrett ForsytheKamloops, British Columbia, CanadaAboutI'm Canadian born and raised. Most of my pieces of writing are going to be about heartbreak and/or family. I was born in 1991 and been through a few major life changing scenarios in my life and have c.. more..Writing
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