Open Poetry #41 |
Vituperative Hearts |
Arkarian New Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 9 |
Why does what I love the most, Hurt me just as much, Lying in my vapid room, Still longing for your touch. You stole my heart and ran away, Expecting me to heal, But tell me what is left of me, When you're what makes me real. I can't be who I used to be, My heart still made of glass, I can't be who I am today, Still living in the past. So maybe I could heal myself, The way you said I should, But then I'd live without your love, And I don't think I could. I realized something else today, While cleaning out my heart, That when you give it to a girl, It comes back torn apart. [/URL] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
This proves that torn apart hearts can still 'rhyme' and write! |
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Gumpy Member
since 2007-11-06
Posts 143Canada |
I hear you. And wholeheartedly agree. Nice piece. |
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