In my heart i've made an idol of you,
A hidden altar at which my broken heart can pray.
Old filigree, chipped and tarnished, is slowly weathering...
Dull base metal shows through - you're grey, not gold.
Not so impressive anymore, are you?
A bump in the road for me, "first love"
Steady for the rest of my life.
And when i'm old, my skin more wrinkles than roses,
There are two things I may do:
Sometimes i'll curse your name and regret,
Others i'll just smile foggily and remember.
Your memory is still rife with our latent passion.
"This is not your life, love.
Stop chasing what you will never have..."
Like the beacon atop a lighthouse
You warn me away;
Away from what i've broken myself to be
In the wake of you.
You've become a memory to me,
Some sort of niggling itch at the back of my mind.
A Jiminy Cricket of sorts, imaginary.
Soon i'll find it,
My true raison d'etre,
And I won't be so raw, new.
I'll be real. No more lies.
You'll go away from me then,
Memories of the past no longer haunting me.
I won't need you anymore.
Author notes
Thank God i'm over him at this point. He's the worst thing that ever happened. kisses!
=p
Please tell me what you think
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one of those "taking the power back" things eh? nice flavour but bitter. squeeze lemons in peoples eyes.
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this poem was very, very , good. i loved it you put it together so good it almost made me cry. very emotional, i believe that you put alot of thought into this poem. i to get help from writeing my poems also it does help i do it to. this poem i really enjoyed reading it. thank you for letting all of read such a beautiful piece.
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Very emotional and vivd. i enjoyed this one, i just wish the ending was a little stronger, because when i was reading i felt like the beginning and the main part was said in a a soft, weak voice.
i wished that the conclusion be strong and full of certainity, sort of glorious. it would have made more sense. sort of like when you get your heart back, you can be loud again when its not broken. -eleno
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This was an enjoyable read. You painted a very vivid picture here.
Well done.
Keep up the good writing -
"Dull base metal show through- you're grey, not gold.
Not so impressive anymore, are you?"
Love that. Immediately got me thinking.
I really like this and the thoughts it invokes. Gorgeous verse -
A first love is always hard to let go of, though you seem to be on the road to that. It's good to remember the nice memories. Put the bad ones away. (easier said than done) You're title for this one fits well. Wonderfully penned with strong imagery and smooth flow. Loved it.
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I was intrigued by the title but after reading the words you have penned, I can easily see how fitting they are for this. This is sad, but beautifully penned. Keep that pen handy dear poet!
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This is such a well written piece, so very sad. The expression is raw, but in a beautiful and poignant sort of way. You lead your reader on a journey of hope, from the reflection you desperately wish to be. Letting go... the one thing I have yet to master myself. Best wishes!
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wow good write i love it, the imagery is wonderful and you express you emotions so skillfully.... great work!!! keep it up
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wow Chels, i love it. absolutely love it, you give great imagery and express that damn emotion so well. Its always hard to let go when you actually care.
~Sandra
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Brilliant. Not much else to say.
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