Broken
The beauty of the broken,
forever unspoken,
the words of tomorrow,
lie in elegant sorrow.
forever unspoken,
the words of tomorrow,
lie in elegant sorrow.
01-16-2010
01/16/2010
Lizziewriter27 commented on Broken
01-16-2010
01/16/2010
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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