My Own Made Pyre
On this pyre I made,Desperate here I lay.
Stolen heart, freely given;
Broken soul pulled under.
Entire life gone away,
for the empty words
of an empty heart.
My Own Made Pyre
On this pyre I made,cmlestrade commented on My Own Made Pyre
08-10-2009
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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