Kiera Price


Tears Of Blood - Poem by Kiera Price

Bloody and broken,
Her life is like a fake token.
Useless and unwanted,
Her heart is a pot of dirt, without a seed planted.
Dehydrated and dying,
Her mind is going crazy, while her body is lying.

Faithful and fortunate,
His life is like a gold plate.
Polished and precious,
His heart has no need to be suspicious.
Thoughtful and thriving,
His mind is auto-driving.

Unlikely and unfathomable,
They find each others lives so desirable.
Young and yearning,
Their hearts are turning.
The Second and the Stud,
Both cry Tears of Blood.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I don't know, I guess I just got bored and needed something to write...

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 6, 2014



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