She was ArtA Poem by TTBoy28She was Art that needed to imitate life Only a love tap it was that caused that bruise or spurt of blood the feelings of coldness made her and all she carried inside her Making pitstops and giving in hopes of deliverance No one would claim the creation save one who knew the real meaning of love Though it was not her idea of love Unable to feel Unable to feel what kicked But able to feel the kicks on the outside Painting her own picture erasing the final product as she went along © 2011 TTBoy28Featured Review
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2 Reviews Added on January 30, 2011 Last Updated on January 30, 2011 AuthorTTBoy28Atlanta, GAAboutI am the former TTBoy. I am Buddhist. I write only the truth as I see it. This may sound ridiculous to some, but sometimes the truth gets in the way. The truth shall set you free. I try to be ad.. more..Writing
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