![]() The BroomA Poem by MachinaWriter![]() A poem for a friend...![]() Yes its true, I am a mess. Everything I touch seems to break. Of ruin, I’m the Empress. The Queen you’ll learn to hate. I smash the plates, I chip the glass. I crash the car, I’ll break your heart. And I'll turn the house to ash. And that's probably just the start. But I promise this, it’ll be alright And while it may not be soon. I’ll find a way to make it right, I’m the mess and I’m the broom. © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on September 12, 2012 Last Updated on September 12, 2012 Author![]() MachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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