Emotionless Poem
Another broken wordRepeating one more useless poemA wasted tear against your skinBurning with desired understandingBut grows less precious with each fallThe seasons continue to turnSpilling out more, worthless poemsWasted words on used paperScribbles upon more scribblesA mass of torn out emotionsTwisted, pressed together - deadTangled limbs with suicideAgainst the backdrop of bloodDry rain falling against wet skinDense fog surrounding airNoting another fucked up lifePassing yet another unread poemWords, unwanted, fall without graceOnto dirty, unholy fingertipsCleansed with wasted, worthless thoughtsUnnoticed 'I love you's drift...And land against crushing palmsMore meaningless murmursSlipping past unkissed, virgins lipsForming just another beautiful poem Written October 14th, 2001 © on Oct 14 2001 06:24 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Another broken wordRepeating one more useless poemA wasted tear against your skinBurning with desired understandingBut grows less precious with each fallThe seasons continue to turnSpilling out more, worthless poemsWasted words on used paperScribbles upon more scribblesA mass of torn out emotionsTwisted, pressed together - deadTangled limbs with suicideAgainst the backdrop of bloodDry rain falling against wet skinDense fog surrounding airNoting another fucked up lifePassing yet another unread poemWords, unwanted, fall without graceOnto dirty, unholy fingertipsCleansed with wasted, worthless thoughtsUnnoticed 'I love you's drift...And land against crushing palmsMore meaningless murmursSlipping past unkissed, virgins lipsForming just another beautiful poem..."