Reeds.A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx
Beats like a snare,
Thumping to Summer air. I crush out the things I once had, Grief and disappoint showing. I don't mean to sound so cold. I just miss you more than I acknowledged before. I want all that is not mine, And I swore to meet my origin To find your hands again… I should go now quietly… © 2013 xXxCynicalWarsxXx |
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Added on April 10, 2013 Last Updated on April 10, 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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