A poisonous vile,
A drink to end all lies.
Crafted by the hands of time,
A smooth and deadly wine.

Together now,
We grasp and take our words aloud.
Carefully we drink without a sound,
Broken hearts are all around.

April 2 – 3, 2011
9:35 pm
Brittany Rose


4 thoughts on “Nostalgia

    • Thank you for your awesome feedback!

      Sharing my original poetry has been a joy! Not only does it give me an escape from this crazy world, but it allows me to communicate with other people who enjoy poetry. (: Also, know that I will be checking out your blog; it’s the least I can do.

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