Ode To The Source Of My Pain by Michael Howland
a love like this
dark . . . and . . . secret
only dying, never growing
winter of my death.
blossoming tendrils
crack the glass;
and crystal tear shatters
obituary of my heart.
she is . . .
mind achingly beautiful
heartbreakingly cruel
why . . . ?
dark . . . and . . . secret
only dying, never growing
winter of my death.
blossoming tendrils
crack the glass;
and crystal tear shatters
obituary of my heart.
she is . . .
mind achingly beautiful
heartbreakingly cruel
why . . . ?
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A poem about my ex- girlfriend, whose actions still haunt my thoughts. This started out as a magnetic poetry poem, but I didn't have enough words, so I just finished it on paper.
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I love it! 2 enthusiastic thumbs up! - alina |
