Laura Poem by Sean Toland

Laura



The last thing I wanted was to hurt her,
After a time of love and painful passion,
You undress my soul with your piercing glare
Ripping my heart out with your leaking eyes
All the pain I feel when you are not there
Next time I make u cry wil be in my demise

Sunday, June 7, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: passion
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