FallenA Poem by Y.F.Once hope is lost, hell breaks loose
Fallen words
in hearts of forests never make a sound; Emptiness as old as moonlight echoing so loud. Harvest time has come once more, yet all fruits seem so tainted; Tasteless pois deserves no voice, resistance turn more fainted. A kiss of sin, sweet and fruit-like, flows like river wine's - Oh honesty, my private w***e, no need for pickup lines. Taunting thoughts under the sheets, they keep me up at night - Joy of life, belief in men, and all that once was right. © 2011 Y.F. |
Stats
140 Views
Added on April 19, 2011 Last Updated on April 19, 2011 AuthorY.F.Do not disturb me, I'm already disturbed. ;)About**I don't really use this account anymore - keeping it open to preserve the existing content, but might close it in the future.** I've been writing throughout the vast majority of my life, mostly b.. more..Writing
|