the sound of glass shattering in her ears
has become a reminder of her guilt
it had been a request;;but only on her call.
shes already sitting alone
asking herself not to cry
when the sound reverberates
through this empty[spring]darkness.
shes hiding betrayl in this lonely room
&& shes trying to walk alone
but why give up-its only a broken window
in a house where she remains trapped.
glass panel after another to be removed
will only add to her only escape route
because they're all caught up in their anger;
locked up in their[manipulating]rage
[[shatter after shatter--she'll never be free]]
but shes on her way to becoming only his
he walked into her life
asking;;wondering if she'll promise him
to try&leave it[her past love]behind
shes taking a shaky breath
& softly [finally] saying good bye
And now the wind && rain
pour into her room
cooling, soaking her face;
tossing and spinning her hair
the rain isn't the deep devoted drops
as it was yesterday but the sprinkle inbetween
the sky is crying tears for her,
her face is composed;;emotionless
but her mind is on him again.
shes guarding her eyes
from those below her and from the passing cars
who wonder why this girl isn't crying
[[when she obviously looks alone]]
shes searching out a feeling
a feeling for tomorrow for her to share with him,
but will he after he was given
the air of dismisal from those
who are afraid to see her hurt
thats the only question she has left to ask
& shes hoping he'll stay with her.
Tonight she'll seek him out,
meet him in the dark of a new night
and ask him for a chance
she just may not deserve
M. M. O'Mallley
4-27-07
2 53 p.m.
Author notes
so well, i've kind of in a way returned to my old style, to me dirty/pretty got to be way over used, and i never really got the full "true" definition anyway. poetry is meant to be about feelings, not hollywood glitter. so yeah, this is not up for debate.
this past saturday a window was broken in my house by some stupid fool(meaning i have no idea) and yeah, i was in some trouble and that only made it worse, cause my parents think one of my friends did it. and then theres this new guy and idk, we met a crossroad and have to pick which way to go, im hoping for the best.
i hope you like this, let me know what you think darlings.
[[ChaosinLove]]
Please tell me what you think
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I like it...I can tell that your style changed a little and to tell you the truth, I like this way better. This is a cute poem and I love the last stanza best. You do deserve it and if he doesn't agree to, I'll be sooo mad. Love it! (and you)
<3 Jenerali
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well hes sorta agrees, but there is some stuff holding me back as well right now. but i know he likes me and wants to be with me so we're going off of that.
i really do like this style way better, its more me, and the whole dirty/pretty didnt inspire me anymore. so yeah, im glad you like it!
Love you darling
[[Chaos]]
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