Untitled Date: Wednesday, 4th July 2007 @ 02:40:10 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Spell_Weaver The child in a white dress smoking cherry cigarettes headed fast for the flat horizon. A teenage couple holding hands a world of things they don't understand love, loss, and mostly hope. Throw their lives to the wind embracing such a precious sin like cherry bombs blowing up in boxes. A drop every now and then licking up a salty end wonder what red tears would be like. This poem is Copyright © Spell_Weaver Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=135718