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Like a wordsmith,
I twist words around
Embellish a tale
To make it seem real.
Beautiful like a tree
The tale grows
With colorful foliage
You can't uproot.
Make the words
Seem like something I'd say
If I'd say it,
Of course.
Big and broad
Into the open air
It is so hollow inside
Like the nasty truth under gold leaf.
Now my tale is twisted
My tree has a new branch
New colors form
Just like I like it.
How do I like it?
- by BlackDream12 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/09/2010 |
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- Title: Queen of (Empty) Promises
- Artist: BlackDream12
- Description: I was wanting to write about this concept for awhile so I had time after test. The poem, I think, reflects me on the inside. I hope everyone enjoys reading! Please comment and rate! Critiques are welcome. This is a free verse!
- Date: 03/09/2010
- Tags: queen empty promises
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