The Stage

The Stage

A Poem by BrokenGirl

The slicing colors of a knife steal away the paleness.
Replacing it with the bright color of red.
The gliding movements slack up none
Your dark eyes open wide.
You see the damage.
Spread across the floor.
Your heart busts open.
Breaking or Salvation?
Clearing the stage to your heart,
Who will be the next to perform?

© 2012 BrokenGirl


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So amazing. :D

Posted 13 Years Ago

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 Added on July 7, 2012
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BrokenGirl
BrokenGirl

Jefferson, AR



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I'm just me. A regular lost broken soul. Everyone says my writing is good so I thought I'd give it a shot here. See if anyone takes a liking to it. :] I'm very different more..