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Scarification Of Love.

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enigma-theory

Published: Jul 8, 2010

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Capturing a glimpse of my reflection,
It is you who reflects back at me.
And it hurts..
knowing you still possess the power
To burn a hole through my soul..

They say time heals all wounds;
But memories linger,
And scars remain.

Acid tears they wont desist,
Deepest fears they do persist,
Of longing temptations I must resist,
For emotions such as this must not exist..

Apathetic heart beats quiescent,
Emotions retract while I lament,
For possession of a love so ambient,
Was bound to be seized by abolishment.

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I was experimenting with rhyme a while ago and left it in my note pad. I just found this now and I decided to post it. I don't know how well I did with rhyme considering I don't use this style, it is very different to what i'm used to, but I decided to post it for various opinions of other writers.
To me, a piece set out like this kind of sucks out the emotion of the message in my opinion because when read out loud its like the writer had to make do with only a selected few words to express a certain emotion. Where as with free writing it is more intense as it flows the way the writer wants it to and are free to use any words or set up they like. However the play on words with rhyme makes it fun to read.

Either way, feed back would be nice, just out of curiosity of others opinions..