Poem - 12 October 2013, 14:40

Mirror

Sophie Johnson

I see those
dark circles, tired eyes

I hear those
unwelcome thoughts, taunting vioces

I smell those
rotting flowers, dead soul

I taste those
cracked lips, fresh blood

I feel those
cut wrists, tender scars

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Bleed Dark

Poetry Genre:

Tragedy

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MissAngelic14 October 2013, 15:14

I like this. And I know how this feels

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