He screamed
the taste of perfection,
He whispered
the sweet of being cruel.
His ways are too drown
by the power of his crown,
Take it down
and his authority will never sound.
The pride of smile
is proud and wide-
The shorter of care
and a little of fair.
-roseesesch
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Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
