A temple of fire you were,
That one girl that I used to adore.
When I look at you now,
All I see is an annoying little whore.
Your spoken words were,
Like a melodic rhythm of the sea,
When I listen to you now,
All I hear is the voice of a loveless banshee.
When I feel at you now,
I can feel the tenderness to un-love and to hate.
My heart is full of frozen delight,
All I find is an urge to desecrate.
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Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoesiaThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
