Break MeA Poem by ShAbDrops, trembling at my lips, painted red. Break Me.
Observe the lash in my eye,sway breathless, and I wish to be one with the falling strand, It shudders away, leaving but a salty mist.
I am glass, Frayed ends of a dreams, willing to be shattered. Break Me. © 2012 ShAb |
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Added on January 28, 2012 Last Updated on January 28, 2012 Author
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