Tattered Perfection
It's painful-
to think of you-
One of those Seven Wonders.
Brittle-
Lost-
and Forgotten.
Nothing more
Than a man-
Glorified in my mind
into something unattainable-
untouched-
and twice as taken.
But still there
taking admiration-
giving cynicism
Byronic-
But forgotten-
Loved-
But unaware of how much.
Beautiful-
in all tattered perfection...
So write me a Sonnet
Druid God.
toredbloodink commented on Tattered Perfection
03-14-2017
theladyz commented on Tattered Perfection
07-28-2009
07/28/2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Celtic Background Music | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| You Told Me It Would Be This Way | 2 | 05/29/2009 |
| Untitled | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| What Keeps Me Alive | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Confused, With My Head Ducked in Laughter | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| In That Instant | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
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