Start New
Scars that never heal
Feelings not revealed
Tears shed in vain
Lies said to cover pain
Happiness turned to sad
Love turned to MAD
I want to turn the clock back
So this can all go from black
I want a new start
To show you my heart
Lips miss the kiss
What's worse than this?
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Faithful or Faithless | 1 | 11/02/2009 |
| HELL | 1 | 11/02/2009 |
| Start New | 0 | 11/02/2009 |
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