Faux Poem by Francis Santaquilani

Faux



The same old hugs and
Kisses fly like arrows and deflect
Off of hearts made of stone.

While flames, framed by fake marble,
Feverishly dance their same old
Dance on logs that cannot burn.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ben Paynter 14 March 2007

i liked this alot, fakeness cannot truly ever live, short and straight to the heart, like a poem should be, awsome work. ben

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