It’s not like I can’t remember what you said to me...
Justified
Willing to call down the ancient ones
For my own bidding...
Like lost ghosts as memories fade away
Burn
And whisper brightly across deadened skin….
These mean nothing now…
The lines of heart a freaking lie;
I placed the razor blade there…
Watched it bleed in turn
Realized
I couldn’t feel a thing….
I sowed my mouth shut for you sweetie,
Yet
The lines continue to speak…
Speak of things I could not keep…
Tortue-est lines and eerie-ness now shuddered and discarded below
Untimely reasons are they one.
Do you dare whisper it to me then?
Do you?
Author notes
err.its something i've written a while back
its been a while since i've had a chance to post my poems.lol
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i like this one too, i realy like the line that say's 'Do you dare whisper it to me then?' it realy makes me like the poem that line just gives it something it's realy wonderful. This poem is great i hope you post more like this , can'r wait to see them.
-maddie
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