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Before the Times Have Come to Kill
By SaintNHB
I'm
ridiculed by the constant reminder of a beauty lost
A heart that beats
so low in frost
Eyes that kill painfully in lovers glance
Seductive
language in ballroom dance
Distant memories still bleed
Angel
face that flashes greed
Any man will fall into her lies
False
pity, when she cries
Wicked blood runs through her veins
Black ash from death flutters overhead
Yet, her beauty I cannot
disdain
Through all the time I never rest
-Saint
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Copyright 2011 SaintNHB
Published on Sunday, September 4, 2011.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Wednesday, January 2, 2013, Melancholic VIncent
(428)
wrote:
Loved the emotions and feelings expressed here. Would love to know the story behind this poem.
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On Friday, September 16, 2011, johnbevan17
(52) wrote:
Oh Saint, I know this person all to well, she was my wife, the woman from hell, cried abuse from relationships past, and just one month the marriage did last, awesome write.... write on..:)
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On Sunday, September 4, 2011, dwells
(4177) wrote:
If looks could kill...sometimes we don't need words to communicate (part of our animal inheritance). Interesting.
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