Broken DreamA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenWhat is left?Broken
Dream Am I to press this point like a dagger, to your breast? To puncture perfect skin that I adore? When I am sorely beaten, bruised deeply to my soul and would beg your love, and nothing more. I, now condemned to live through decades or regret, for your blushed cheeks and bowed lips have passed me by, left me with paralysis of the insane, a syphilitic memory to which I drool blue saliva tunes.
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Added on October 19, 2017 Last Updated on October 19, 2017 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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