"Come on, you're dead to me."
A filthy brush of leaves
And colder than the sky
A metal case
With a heart inside
Intoxicate your breath
Rotting holes...
With an eerie emptiness
Red crows falling on the street
Lamps dim, lanes don't tend to meet
A fading dream, or wish
Of a neglected face
In a smiling crowd
The words seem to stick out now
More than they did that night
I rummaged through my soul
To try to find
Find something to give to you
But there was nothing...
I'm swimming in bandaged love
And you left me there
Like a damaged, unfinished book
"Yes, I realize I am the deepest cut."
I choked on my dirt
Shifted aimer
Missed target
Or a blank embedded sentence
Underneath those millions and
Millions of leaves
"Come on," someone said,
"You're dead to me."
Author notes
I really, hm..I don't know I didn't really know what I had come up with until I was finished. Turns out my subconscious has some pretty weird ideas...
Love...heart break 'Bandaged Love' *cough cough*
OH and...
Toe May Tow
A contest entry
- [Baby Tug The String On My Back, Maybe I'll Breathe A Little Longer.] by SarahEatsAirplane.
343 points, ended August 21, 2007, 57 entries
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Ah. How does that make you feel? (mMm insane?)
Comments
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think it is fascinating and brilliant, so dark and...angry I believe. Great imagery, creative and original metaphors that are always perfect!
There seems to be alot of pain here, bandaged love, nothing left to give.
I don't think your ideas are weird, I think they are unique and brilliant!
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Well...yes, it kind of scares me. I didn't pay attention much to my words until through, so subconsciously more so than consciously it expresses itself. Funny...but true. LOL, well yes, our comments are alot alike. hah. Gee where are my manners??? Thankyou!!!!!!!!
well that was a hearty one.
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Way to speak from your heart.
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