Those two eyes,
Bereft with tears,
Only cries,
Hanging on to the fears.
Those two red cheeks,
Play with the rhythmic heart beat,
As the sweat leaks,
And falls to the feet.
Those two red blades,
Mark the sins that never rest,
All the happiness that it raids,
Gets all of the best.
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In Between Those Two Pages
Poetry"A little too less, tasteless, A little too much, unbearable." Such is salt, and so is life. To the rose I preserved in between those two pages for so long that the pages no longer smell of them. Highest ranking: #44 in poetry as of 08.12.16
