Open Poetry #45 |
Novel |
A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
This open book without an ending Is everything my life reminds of. You, shallow souls, were just pretending - You're out of touch, I'm out of mind now. I was a slave of my devotion, A pillow for your worthless tears, And you just played with my emotions, Then in a moment disappeared. I gave you all my heart to treasure - You marked it with your footprints, dirty. But it's your loss that can't be measured, And nevermore your lies will hurt me! The novel's waiting for your ending, Fresh rumors - what is more exciting? I'll laugh at you and keep pretending I can't make out your handwriting. |
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anniepimm54 Member
since 2009-09-03
Posts 110 |
This is quite sad but very well written I think this stanza is my fave I was a slave of my devotion, A pillow for your worthless tears, And you just played with my emotions, Then in a moment disappeared. Excellent poem Annie |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
I like the quiet strength behind this one. I like these last lines... The novel's waiting for your ending, Fresh rumors - what is more exciting? I'll laugh at you and keep pretending I can't make out your handwriting. |
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