Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Writing hurt in one's heart*

Writing hurt in one's heart*


Wallowing in shameful sorrow
Crying through heart no tomorrow
The glass of Love has been shattered
Blood of feelings that has been splattered
The wall has me hanging on with no handle
Thief of grief culprit of this and as well the vandal


Dom*Colucci 2010
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2 comments:

  1. ShiamalaSeptember 29, 2010 at 10:18 AM

    Poor creature... I feel compassion.

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 29, 2010 at 3:49 PM

    Sorrow has plagued this person as the thief of their good time seems to be faded..so sad as well....enjoy always(+)
    Dom*:)xo---{--@

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