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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 8:35 am
A lovers Quarrel.
Truly a sight most seen,
Barely are the people serene.
Once blinded by their false love,
Once entangled like two lonely doves.
Now they must fight till no end,
Never can they start to mend.
They will hash and clash.
They will slice and dice.
They will long for eachother.
Crying each name in wrath!
In Vain.
In never healing pain.
The Wrath dost continue,
a fire always brewing inside.
No where left to hide,
in your small, small heart.
Forgving are not most humans.
Forgiving are not you.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 8:51 am
That was really well written, I liked it, keep on writing more poems! smile
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