A Broken MomentA Poem by LivingDeath
My guitar lays in pieces, this wreckage unknown
painting a picture, iridescent, alone, the clock on the wall, burned into time the wild rain falls like a nursery rhyme. The trees sway outside, out of control the air from my lungs, taken below, times sweet possession, walked to the sea the string of my life, the ruin debris. Where are my friends, those sweet kindred souls this calm blissful moment, to the ocean I go.
© 2011 LivingDeathAuthor's Note
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Added on July 28, 2011Last Updated on July 28, 2011 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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