Tortuously Poems - Poems about Tortuously

...Veins of blood, pale and thin Running amok, at keeper’s inn Tortuously dwelled in diversity Its vitality runs cold, in all proximity Air tunnels pounding at the doors Hatches jammed, life is o......

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...The year had started bravely, With assurances anew With life and hope anew O, but the knave – he played me, With assurances untrue! To contemplate it slays me - His promises untrue! Yet ......

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... Seduce me in Black and White You reach toward my face and touch my lips Tracing the slightly raised pink curve of them gently - lightly - before the urge to kiss me seizes the opportun......

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...Stiletto Assassins’ choice Agony-shaped elegance Tiptoeing tortuously in killer Heels......

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...As I walk the scented paths through Beautiful bright flowers that entice. Capturing memories in their folds I, Dream of times now past and gone Each one in itself a treasure to savour. Fondly I ......

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...SALVATION Salvation is too far away I need it now not some other day My soul needs releasing From a body tired and weary I am already in my own living hell Death will offer no more tragedies On......

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...This image is different within my eyes, Your masquerade is stripped of it’s disguise. Your emaciated praise is so tortuously sung; The black in your heart is a lie on your tongue. Our mouths are mut......

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...I am bipolar, That’s what they say, Maybe the mood swings. Gave me away, Maybe it was the battle going on; Much deeper inside, That caused me to run, That caused me to hide. Peaks a......

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...Sitting here thinking of you Wanting desperately to feel your arms around me. Needing your love and comfort. Wondering when I started needing you. Hating part of myself for not being strong enoug......

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...The soul Guardian watches and protects us from losing ourselves... it wraps around us, a wall so high, that we become merely copies, our existence a lie... we weave a story to explain it all, we ......

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