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With the sad news came displeasure,
Broken to the highest measure.
Used by ones I truly love,
Like darkness settling from above.
With his false feelings choking me,
Palpable pain making me plee.
If love is the epic escape,
My heart screams, broke and held with tape.
Shunned, no answer ever came,
Looking to my soul, harmful shame.
With this painted mask I have placed,
New smiles and happiness, I face.
Once bleak and severed, now reborn,
Still I lay here, open and torn.
- Title: October
- Artist: Kitten254
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Description:
New style we had to try in poetry class. -_-. She wanted the style couplets and to be put in a 7 couplet story. So I wrote my emotions of how my October went into a poem. Enjoy. Please comment, i like comments.
I had to edit to the newer version that got me a good A... - Date: 11/12/2009
- Tags: october broken lost
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