Torn

Broken into lovely pieces.
Bent into perfect creases.
Tear me down into nothing.
I want to be part of something.
Fading away from my life's purpose.
Nobody understands how the darkness steals us.
Somebody save my soul, take it to the light.
My arms and legs are chained this is not right.
We travel on to words less spoken.
Tell me now if I'm your precious token.
Spoil me with your love and devotion.
Put your words of truth into motion.

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jamie
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Joined: 08/28/2009

Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339