And these words don't sound right
and we won't be okay
and I walked away from love
and you laughed right in my face
and you mocked me
and that's okay
But you mocked love
and you will pay
You think heaven
has a back door
sneak your way in
come back for more
Burn my fingertips; lost identity
You can leave me here. Just you wait and see
It's gonna come back to me
'Stood by the door to our old room
I heard all the words that you said
I think you thought you'd fooled me
I was just livin like I was dead
I watched as they all undressed me
Convinced myself you gave a damn
I pushed all the pain so deep inside
I listened to heavens doors slam
And now you:
You dance in darkness
point that fake-nailed finger at me
There are four
more
pointing back at you,
And you can't
see
what your sins will do.
and you mocked me
and that's okay
But you mocked love
and you will pay
You think heaven
has a back door
sneak your way in
come back for more
Burn my fingertips; lost identity
You can leave me here. Just you wait and see
It's gonna come back to me
I'll always remember Thatcher creek.
You'll never taint my mem'ries
It's funny how I let you in
You were diseased. I was decieved
I wanted to give you freedom
but I was just a foolish kid
You were too afraid to be free
You blamed me for all we did
And now you:
You're just a painting
You're a picture in my cellar
And I won't
look
at it anymore
You cursed love
now
love will close the door
and you mocked me
and that's okay
But you mocked love
and you will pay
You think heaven
has a back door
sneak your way in
come back for more
Burn my fingertips; lost identity
You can leave me here. Just you wait and see
It's gonna come back to me
And these words don't sound right
and we won't be okay
and I walked away from love
and you laughed right in my face
and you mocked me
and that's okay
But you mocked love
and you will pay
Author notes
well, it may be hard for you to find a feel for the beat, and I understand. It's very dark, emo and slow. It may also be difficult for you to grasp the story behind it, but that is for another poem, another day, perhaps. What shouldn't be hard for you to grasp is the feeling, but just in case it is, I will leave you with the definition I wrote earlier when I first wrote it:
I wanted to write something that will be remembered by it's readers and by me; something I would enjoy singing at a show. But most of all I wanted to write something that captured the essence of how I feel now that the best and worst of that part of my life has passed; something that didn't speak of my anger, but showed a faint trace of recognition that it had come and gone; that blamed us both but carefully made sure not to shoulder too much of the blame and not to let the listener think for a moment that she wasn't the greater of two evils. I wanted to show that this war should have never been made spiritual. I wanted to say goodbye in a way that was fitting to the cold, naked, darkness that surrounded our relationship.
I know she'd deny it through and through, but it's only cuz she doesn't understand what I mean when I say it- It's gonna come back to me.
A contest entry
- Still don't know what love is.... by flyingphoenix.
850 points, ended July 15, 2007, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow this was goos, you have an amazing way with words. I have been through some bad reletionships, and I do not think I would have ever gotten through them without God and Daniel.......if you ever need to talk I am here. Amazing flow and passion that just shocked me......great job...........♥
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Excellent. You're right, I don't know the story behind this, but I can get a general jist of it. I certainly can feel your anger coming through.
I did pick up on thebeat, and it flowed very well.
An excellent write, thanks for entering and good luck!!
Webber
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Thanx so much! I am honored that you liked it and more so that you gave it a silver! Thanx!
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