Mourn The Vast.A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx
Strike me black ink wet,
Rip across my wall hissing cloud, Beady white eyes with crimson rims; Don't look at me! I'm not beautasious nor charming. No, no! Child! Child!! Don't go, stay, keep me close, So cold, shiver blue. Yes, yes I love you too. © 2013 xXxCynicalWarsxXx |
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Added on February 2, 2013 Last Updated on February 2, 2013 Author
xXxCynicalWarsxXxAboutI am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..Writing
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