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Ice
Cold, hard, sharp in mt heart
An arrow of jagged, rugged glass
Clear, Frostbitten pain
shatters in warmth
Free from ice
Whats left shards, Knife-like broken
sickles
Knifes
cutting
digging
into my heart
pain, twisted ones put it there
to see me cry with no hope of being helped.
- by Xx_Honey_Bunni_xX |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/23/2009 |
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- Title: ice
- Artist: Xx_Honey_Bunni_xX
- Description: this is a sad poem.
- Date: 06/23/2009
- Tags: knives pain cutting sadness
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