Slow, slipping, breaking down
All around us comes the sound
Where to begin this horrible event
Let's start at the start, before I was rent
So it was a cold afternoon
Wind chills, teeth chattering a tune
Shivering cold, so enter the house
Knock on the white door enter like a mouse
Standing there, so horribly sick
With a beautiful tan, making hearts tick
Wearing blue eyes, strutting brown hair
The kind that makes your soul tear
A desecrating, violent flower
Waiting upon this, my hour
A greeting, a time, a passing, a slope
A leaving, a parting, a blinking, a hope
Time passed, friendships grew
Hearts were breaking, nothing new
But between me and this brown-haired girl
Only this peace, around us would swirl
Then one day, those fateful words
To my face, at least, would be heard
"I think," she starts, mean as a church
"We should be friends." a finish, a hurt
Now I will heal
Now I am strong
No longer will I
Sing that song
Now I will be
Something more
Something that will
Feel no remorse
Grin against
This hurling life
Have to endure
This evil strife
But when you see this girl
You remember me
You go, look upon her
See what I see
And turn away
Don't let her stab
What ever you
Happen to have
If you still happen
To have your soul
Quickly turn
Or it will be heavier than gold
This wicked girl.
A contest entry
- When the waves break in the ocean. by Centri.
475 points, ended September 24, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Misery of Love and Hate by CatastrophicSmile.
360 points, ended October 2, 2007, 17 entries
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Wow... I like this a lot... you have very good flow, it kept me reading, and i just love the poem entirerly. Great write... thank you and good luck in the contest.
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i like it. really... its great.
Chris, be nice.
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YOU FUCKED CHELSEA!!!!!!
hhahahahAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAAHHAHAAHAHAHHA
*DIES LAUGHING*
OH SHIT...DUMB FUCK...
HEHHHHHEHHEHEHEHEhehehhe...
oh, about the poem...esh good...
three clappy things for you.
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asa... what can i say about this. um.
Then one day, those fateful words
To my face, at least, would be heard
"I think," she starts, mean as a church
"We should be friends." a finish, a hurt
this part makes me think. i dont knwo why but it does. i liek it.
Alex-and-R.... -
who is this about may i ask...or is it anyone
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