Dying Harvest

Member since 2004 · Posted 18 Mar 2004 · 2 comments

How will the soft flawless Rose Smell like fragrant Summer Now that this season of sad Love is over A soft whisper to obey never lied, Whereas the pure angel spouted abuse We burn in need- Yet our tragic flame is only a tendril Like a cold kiss from a shadowy face. Remember my broken smile and kiss me. The dream of Love lingers with morning Then with day are the heart and romance suffocated Bruised- Love could not last

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[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 19-Mar-04/3:58 AM Reply

lolin all da way 2 da bank! nobut seriizly gud job :P) -10-

[10] Standby 19-Mar-04/9:03 PM Reply

Nice poem.