Bellezza

A little hole in my heart, growing deeper black day by day. A little larger with every passing second. It's an ache, a want, a need. A sweetly painful feeling, like the smell of week-old death. It's a burning, ice cold earthquake of lightning pulsing with every beat. Seering my veins and ripping them anew. It's love, darling, and it hurts.




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Bellezza's Works

Poetry	2005-09-08	Broken floors and shattered glass
Poetry	2005-09-10	Broken Beauty
Poetry	2005-09-12	The Ballet Dancer
Poetry	2005-09-14	Wishing, hoping, dreaming...
Poetry	2005-09-16	~*Untitled*~
Poetry	2005-09-20	Pitter Patter
Short Story	2005-10-04	Love vs. Time
Poetry	2005-10-20	Invisible wounds

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