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Monday, 7 November 2016

[Poem] She was a Romantic

She was but a romantic 
Who'd seen love rear its head, 
And passion over heated 
Leaving burnt scars behind. 

Eyes closed, the scenes replay, 
Ears muffed, mocking laughter unblocked 
Throaty screams stifled by fear, 
Trapped in an unknown abyss. 

She was but a romantic, 
Now converted, a true cynic; 
Her chest a dark empty pit 
Where the heart used to beat.

Copyright © thearcticstar 2016

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