These hands are slick
From trying to hold these tears
The night you told me all my fears
And left me in that piercing silence
I’m nearing the edge, but I can’t take the fall
‘Cuz baby is this what you really wanted from the beginning?
A girl who holds it all inside, love’s something she’s feigning
These hands are slick, from trying to hold
Onto the memories of you and me
Because everything I hold inside is
What I can't let go...
I’m nearing the edge, but I can’t take the fall
I can’t believe after all this time
You never even wanted me at all…
I’m nearing the edge, but I can’t take that fall
Because even in death, I’d be falling for it all
I’d be letting go of the tears, and drying my hands of the shame
The night you told me all my fears
And left me here to stay
Author notes
Written on: 2/17/2008 inspired surely enough, by The Backstreet Boys. *Dodges fruit and various other things thrown at me* Enjoy! >_o
What'd ya think?
Comments
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*throws fruit and some vegetables*
At least it wasn't N-Sync too XD Could have been worse. Actually the poem was pretty good. It wasn't the best I've read from you but it's still pretty good. Some of the flow does sound a little funky but not the eww funky but the weeh funky. Yeah, I'm strange. I like the image of being at the edge of a cliff but not quite jumping.
Amusing.
*resumes the vegetable and fruit throwing* -
wow a really emotive poem, your definetly getting better, i love the rythum, but the flow is a little dijointed but i think it adds to the poem rather than flawing it, a wonderfull poem well done!!!
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