Cold Reality by Ann Canonico
Hate is Love in a way only friends show,
Cold stares linger in the walls of deception,
A broken soul to wither to dark skies
The reality seeping through my mind,
Clashing hearts,
Yet one of a kind.
Crucified words
To the point that nothing
Means something.
Cold stares linger in the walls of deception,
A broken soul to wither to dark skies
The reality seeping through my mind,
Clashing hearts,
Yet one of a kind.
Crucified words
To the point that nothing
Means something.
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I am 15, this is a short poem about deception by friends, family,...really anyone we care about.
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wow i wrote this 7 years ago . not bad - ann |
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Found this poem on google when looking for poems for my project. You're in it. Congrats lol. I loved your poem. I'm 16 and write too. Good job, keep it up. - Stephanie |
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Really Good one keep it up - a |
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yo just did a search on google found this poem and i liked it so i voted - brent |
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very nice work - rhonda |
