Look into my eyes
Past the yellow and blue
Can you see what I lack
Can you see it?
My broken-shard soul
I'm hollow within
Life is a nightmare
But no pumpkin kings here
No piano solos
Just broken bones
Tim Burton lied
And I'm dying inside
You may see these scars
You may ask me why
[pourquoi pas?]
I may even die
Flesh wounds only kill you
When they're on the outside
The inside is harmless
Fill my chest cavity
With litres of blood
But it's still inside me
So it's all OK right?
Can you see the black in my eyes
Beyond the blue and the yellow
Forget this cheerful exterior
Forget of my love for the flowers
Just look me in the eye
Then look at my feet
Look through my mind
And open the binder I burned
Now tell me for once
With all of your soul
And those bright changing eyes
That I am alright
Can you?
Author notes
If you have found this lost note from my soul, I applaud your efforts.
Well is it an answer or a curse?
Comments
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Cool. Made me laugh cos I sat here for ages waiting for the page to load properly.
Dark poem, dark page. Love it x
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hehe hehehe. hahaha. mwhahahahahaha
nice poem. very dark, and very good
bottle
`britt`
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ahthankyou now emagine where we can go from here? happy poems all in yellow, notes to you in poetry form that are rather secret all in green, the possiblilitys are endless, less uther ppl figure it out...but still!
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