There's no place in this world for pleasantries
Just hearts belong only to fools
Quickly extinguished are fond memories
In constructing a palace we are not even workers
But mere tools
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As with a few of my other poems I just cant think of a fitting title. I just write as the emotions hit. Any suggestions would be appreciated.
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Thanks to awesomegurl2214 for the title
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The Ink I Bleed (Poems)
PoetryCold steel kisses my skin, A sweet melody as it opens, Release the soul kept within, Let it run, Let it live. A book of poems. © 2014 Nicholas Stephenson. All rights reserved.
