About the Poem
I am 15, this is a short poem about deception by friends, family,...really anyone we care about.
Cold Reality |
| by Ann Canonico |
| Hate is Love in a way only friends show, Cold stares linger in the walls of deception, A broken soul to wither to dark skies The reality seeping through my mind, Clashing hearts, Yet one of a kind. Crucified words To the point that nothing Means something. |
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8 Visitor Comments
Marko
Found this poem on Google, its great. Hope you are still writing.
LL
This poem was read at the right time in my life, for I was betrayed by my own cousin.
Em
This was deep and touching. I love poems that do not rhyme. 2 thumbs way up
ann
wow i wrote this 7 years ago . not bad
Stephanie
Found this poem on google when looking for poems for my project. You're in it. Congrats lol. I loved your poem. I'm 16 and write too. Good job, keep it up.
a
Really Good one keep it up
brent
yo just did a search on google found this poem and i liked it so i voted
rhonda
very nice work
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