A Poem
Just a little tainted darkness
On the edge of sanity, An
Ironic reality tinged with
Distorted light that ends tonight...
She's made up her" minds, " No
More crying will there be for
He is dead to she...Forever
To be tinged ironically
on her reality.
11/02/06
Renee Herod
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1 comment:
Great poem, Ne. Bet I can guess whom/what it's about. Keep writing 'em, dustcakes!
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