Sometimes I feel:
empty.
b r o k e n ..
like another twisted end
falling into a perpetual darkness
just to trampoline myself back to Earth
[I always liked it better in the dark]
I know you wanted control
but, I don't carry it in my purse anymore.
I believe you wanted a whore
but, I won't paint myself up for you any longer
[Paper stars align this room illuminated,
brightened by the crumbling moon]
hush, hush tiny little dancer.
didn't you say you could
[dance, cry, talk] your way out?
[I'll airbrush these feelings on my satin napkins
taint these sheets with your sick perfume]
"b r e a t h e alittle deeper" he says.
but, I can't♥
Author notes
This is.. I don't know.
Not my best.
I think it's cause I've been writing happy pieces a lot.
But.. I love contests, as you know. lol.
A contest entry
- ♥ I can't let go of this dream, I can't breathe. by forbidden-colour.
300 points, ended August 22, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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wow sounds like rape kinda in a way but itts a pretty poem and i like it keep it up hun its awesome
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Beautiful.
I'm not a big fan of dirty pretty mostly because it confuses me, but you still do a great job with this piece. Good luck in the contest hun
-Danneh<3 -
"I know you wanted control
but, I don't carry it in my purse anymore."
So sad honey pie.
Thanks for entering dollie.x. -
This is really sad. and pretty. very lovely job. I like it a lot. : ]
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this is simply breathtaking.
the last line just about broke my heart bby
ily
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