An unending sadness,
Polluted by tears.
Wringing your heart,
All your worst fears.
How to end,
But where did it begin?
Seems your whole life
Was full of sin.
Do you believe
And see
All that is within?
Your whole life gone,
On the head of a pin.
LostA Poem by ~DeathByButterflies~ Too short, too much rhyme. © 2011 ~DeathByButterflies~ |
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~DeathByButterflies~AboutI guess you could say I'm just a kid that likes to write poetry. I'm little more than that, really. I write how I feel, and feel how I write. It may not always be the best decision, or the best writin.. more..Writing
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