Kiss MeA Poem by Kyle A. SmithKiss Me Desolate throughout With the solemn walls shaking. Crumbling is the roof, And the back door Breaking. A lonely metal of gray’s, Crafted as an extension source. Thinking of the ways to torment The mind and the soul To grant such a course. The most brought up; The ultimate of pains. To leave this shell With a hole inside the heart And nothing to gain. © 2008 Kyle A. SmithReviews
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5 Reviews Added on April 4, 2008 Last Updated on April 4, 2008 AuthorKyle A. SmithMIAboutThe only thing that i truly know that drives me is my music, the rest is just all jumbled together with everything, and it all seems to be connected. What I get out of that, is trials, dreams, love, a.. more..Writing
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