Surely I'm an expert,
In much of what I do.
I hurt, I cry, I cut myself,
And you don't have a clue.
Surely I'm an artist,
My paintings so divine
That cherry red and smiling lips
are painted over mine.
Surely I collect things,
Saving every tear.
Bottling up each feeling, labelled
'love' or 'pain' or 'fear'.
Surely I'm a dreamer.
For in my mind I see,
That young mans gentle heartbeat,
Lying, perfect, next to me.
Surely I'm a writer.
Such poems that I write,
Tell the world I've given in,
Go down without a fight.
Surely I'm a doctor.
Each cut tenderly treated.
But every single bloody score,
Just proves that I'm defeated.
Surely I'm a cleaner,
To sweep away the pain.
But I cannot be all that good,
It soon finds me again.
Surely I'm an expert,
In much of what I do.
But I cannot be all that good,
Or wouldn't I have you?
Author notes
Written when missing a friend and loved one. Any comments happily accepted! =D
Comments
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Kool
Nice write!,srry that your missing them,But Nice Poem!-emo21 -
very nice!i love the words you put into this poem!i love the ending its pure and sweet!to tell you the truth i think this one of the best poems on this website!well i have to go!bye,as i always say always try your best and never give up!
sincerely,
sweetdancer (yasmine)
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