And it was left there, upon the floor.
Glue, no substitute for the blood lost.
Holes in tattered curtains,
will let even the sunrise in.
Rags burn faster than silk.
Hearts left unfinished upon the wall.
Ever broken.
Look into the mirror,
will the clock to stop.
And it does.
For a second.
You imagine it all well,
No shocks, you're still here.
Upon the floor.
No more heartbeats,
it ends, it starts.
An eternity passes, within a blink.
Time shifts,
and you're left upon the floor,
fallen from the heavens,
the stars now out of reach,
never to be yours again.
Never dream again.
Shattered hearts continue to beat,
and the beats are a death trap,
pulling the stings tighter.
I'll never sleep, I'll never dream again.
Author notes
a guy i loved left me. this includes references to the night we met, which those who know me may pick up on, about laying on the floor (all very mushy really). and it goes through how i felt then, and how i felt that night.
Written October 7th, 2005
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p.s. that last line is very emotional and brings it to a perfect finish. A very strong poem young Vicky.
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'Hearts left unfinished upon the wall' - interesting line. And by the way, didn't you and Tracy read out that poem you did years ago in the sports hall for valentines...I think I remember it vaguely. Sorry, doesn't really have anything to do with the poem. I like the 'abstractness' of it if you know what I mean, i wish I could do all that crap. Oh well. Keep writing (don't know if you've done anything recently, I don't bother looking at the dates). This is a classic Vicky, I want to say 'well done' but thats bloody overused. So I'll say....crimson rose avarus.
Edited on Mar 19, 4:36 p.m. because 'I spelt 'that' wrong!'. -
what a sad poem, i hope you dont always waste your time with this idiot joolz, and get back woth richard! hah! luv pand xxxx
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nice poem. watch your use of your/you're, distracts from the topic. hope you feel better eventually
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after reading your poem, it felt very personal. almost so personal as to really not allow the reader in. then I went and read the poem again, and your author's comments and I understand why. i think the "references" you are referring to may very well be a secret language shared with this person, because I really couldn't pull it all together. but a poem like this is therapeudic for you as the writer...
wishing you the best...
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By writing about this incident, you will gradualy get it all out of your system and be able to move on. All is still raw now and you hurt and we feel that in your lines, Good write, Keep writing.
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