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Faux Pas
In the wake of distasteful anguish
Fearlessly she saunters into vacuity
Forsaking me in the shadow of faux pas
As she nullifies my plead for redemption
As the tears gradually cascade upon my cheeks
They mirror that mark of quarantine in which
She sadistically stained my paper heart with revenge
Not giving one third of a damn as to how I felt
Chase after her I would have only I'm afraid that
The trails of her trench coat will slap me in the kiss
Of the rancorous bite of the breeze that dawns in her wake
My heart couldn't dare to bear the torture that would arise
Forgive me for this turbulent experience has now driven me
To bathe in the deathly grasp of the gallows, my new lover
My final goodbyes live in the blood stains that blatantly occupy
The suicide note that your vanity so rapaciously conceived
Fearlessly she saunters into vacuity
Forsaking me in the shadow of faux pas
As she nullifies my plead for redemption
As the tears gradually cascade upon my cheeks
They mirror that mark of quarantine in which
She sadistically stained my paper heart with revenge
Not giving one third of a damn as to how I felt
Chase after her I would have only I'm afraid that
The trails of her trench coat will slap me in the kiss
Of the rancorous bite of the breeze that dawns in her wake
My heart couldn't dare to bear the torture that would arise
Forgive me for this turbulent experience has now driven me
To bathe in the deathly grasp of the gallows, my new lover
My final goodbyes live in the blood stains that blatantly occupy
The suicide note that your vanity so rapaciously conceived
Published 24th May 2011
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28th Jun 2011 2:47am
This is breathtaking. I am completely amazeed by what you'v written. You are very very talented and this is better than most published poems I've read.
