A serrated blade
Against my skin.
No amount of blood
Will forgive her sin.
Feelings flush from my body
My heart has gone cold.
She's in love
Or so your told.
Blood spatters the floor
The knife drops from my hand.
Death slowly fills
My one last strand.
Her hand lies upon
The one of her man.
You try to stop tears
But she's at it again.
The bath spins on your sides
Your life flashes quickly.
You reach for the sink
You lurch forward sickly.
The touch of her flesh
Or the sweet tender kiss.
Stolen by him
My heart lead amiss.
She glees with her game
She has finally won.
You walk with your tears
Glad its just done.
The blackness swells 'round
Your face hits the tile.
It's finally over
Her intentions so vile.
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You feel things like your mom does. You put your whole heart into things and into people. Make sure when you're giving your heart to someone, that they deserve it and they know how to take care with it.
Your poem? You're right, you need to change that one word, it makes all the difference. Gut wrenching, heart breaking, strong, powerful, intense, tragic...
This will only make sense to you, not to anyone else reading it. ut now, I want you to write me a poem about wildflowers Brandon.
I dare you.
Love Mom
xoxoxoxox
that blew me away
Hey Brandon hi
Everytime that I read your blog
I like your poems more and more
they are really good
hey you! write something else, something happy :P
it's just the first part of a poem i never finished. was looking up at the clouds one day, and it gave me that feeling. i'd never seen clouds like that before. that's all =]
oh, you and your thought food *sigh*. never letting me pity myself :P
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