| Dark Poetry #4 |
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rockbabe Member
since 2006-01-29
Posts 105 |
The wind through our hair, as we drive on his Harley. Being awoken with a kiss and one rose in hand. One phone call... Tears falling down my face, Being taken from me, Heart disolving with every beat Hardend by pain of everday life!! |
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deadkiss Junior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 31washington |
i think the last line could use some work. it seems to lose the flow of the poem. perhaps "hardened by the pain, that comes with everyday" or something not sure. |
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