BlistersA Poem by Her Beautiful Melancholy Coping with life's absurdity. Blisterin' boilin' feet Take me away to heaven's greed with bliss of joy and unfaltering hope I'll breathe And with struggle choking my neck I'll live. The pain of agony is stabbing me consequently Blood's gushing making the world seem gory. Oh, blisterin' boilin' feet Take me away from this evil creed. © 2010 Her Beautiful Melancholy |
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Added on May 28, 2008 Last Updated on June 3, 2010 Author
Her Beautiful MelancholyPhilippinesAboutShe is a dreamer, a seeker, an aspiring journalist, a curious cat, a minimalist, a music lover, an art sucker and a hopeless romantic. She sings [in the bathroom], she dances and she swoons, she wr.. more..Writing
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