Friday, August 11, 2006

Losing My Soul

a workshop poem, where in the last word of the previous line is the first word of the next:

  (tag poem, unedited)

Bellexmas: All chat to IM here's Denise telling of Losing My Soul
Bellexmas: ~~~
Bellexmas: ~~
Bellexmas: ~
DreamsbyDay: .
DreamsbyDay: .
DreamsbyDay: Soul of Insanity, you trip over lies
DreamsbyDay: Lies meant to satisfy, Lies meant to trick.
DreamsbyDay: Trick me today yes, but not tomorrow...
DreamsbyDay: Tomorrow I'll be wiser, than the fool you see...
DreamsbyDay: See though the fog of  mind of confusion.
DreamsbyDay: Confusion is power to someone like you.
DreamsbyDay: You take the joy out of  loving and giving
DreamsbyDay: Giving  myself to you , cost me , my soul.

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