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The heart of self destruction (Free verse) by Roisin Your heart belongs to her,
Described(by you)as your brown-eyed
Sweetly naive french girl.
You speak tenderly of her
As we lie
Flushed and moist;
Guilt slowly covering our naked bodies
Like a prudish blanket.
How I am wronging this innocent stranger.
I shall be
The faceless assassin of her heart.
Up the ladder:
Untitled
Down the ladder:
Puddle
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Posted: July 20, 2002 3:54 AM PDT; Last modified: November 9, 2002 4:55 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.910598 Overall Rank: 9540 Comments:
phoar, lovely
Fine imagery. What you mean to say is understood without the (by you).
Been on both sides of this one. Painful but real.
'the faceless assassin of her heart' that did it for me - 7
well done indeed and i'm in a bad mood 203 view(s)
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lie (lying; lay; lain) : to be or to stay at rest in a horizontal position; rest, recline...
lay (laid) : to put or set down.
speak is in the present tense, so apparently you and your friend are laying eggs while you speak tenderly.