My Vine

A Poem by Rubyheart_shattered

Love is a vine,

and my heart it grips

Pain is a vine,

on which blood drips

Hope is a vine,

that kills in fits

Death is a vine,

and my soul it strips.

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Wow, a lot of pain and hate, a broken heart. I undertsnd the feeling all too well. Great write. Well done.

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Added on September 15, 2012
Last Updated on September 15, 2012

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