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A mouse scampers across the field.
Or, is it a rat?
Am I a sinner? Am I a saint?
It doesn't matter anymore.
My owl peers from the sky.
Should I call it down?
Is it an owl or is it a crow?
It doesn't matter anymore.
When will my talons come?
I need warmth.
One last comfort from my killer.
Do I deserve such a favor?
I'm just a mouse.
I scamper across the field,
The Field of Lost Dreams and Broken Hearts.
I don't matter anymore.
- by asfasdfsdfgtr |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/13/2008 |
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- Title: Field of Boken Hearts
- Artist: asfasdfsdfgtr
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Description:
Can you guess what the mouse is? Lol. ^^
The mouse is a memory. When love is lost it's eventually forgotten. What a sad relief. <3
- I had to write a poem without using adjectives in class. Hope you like, reader. (The entire title wouldn't fit, by the way. xD) - Date: 12/13/2008
- Tags: field boken hearts dreams lost
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Praise Hentai Harmonics - 12/22/2008
- Isn't "broken" a adjective?
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- asfasdfsdfgtr - 12/13/2008
- It's supposed to be 'Broken' in the title. xD (my R button is stuck)
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