pierced

By sanglante

hearts break
while tongues bleed;
rhymes are..
forgotten.

life's choice of:
pen,
brush,
guitar.

was i right?
am i right?
how far
is too far?

birds throwing
their breasts on thorns.
thoughts coming, coming,
and gone.

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Published on Sunday, August 8, 2010. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Comments on "pierced"

On Wednesday, October 13, 2010, Crush_With_Eyeliner (47) wrote:

What a great last stanza. Wonderful title as well.
A former member wrote: Love the last verse especially. This is wretchedly beautiful. You spoil us.
On Sunday, August 8, 2010, Moonflower (298) wrote:

this was lovely, i enjoyed it :)
A former member wrote: I really liked this simple and beautiful
A former member wrote: "birds throwing/their breasts on thorns." truly stunning..i loved this.