The girl who tore me in two is watching.
The large rain drops that were my pride falling from the clouds of my self enforced endless despair.
She watches the salty sleet that is my tears fall in suit with my pain down my left cheek.
She sees all my broken peace collide in a loud abrupt flash of sinful lighting.
She watches all my feelings change from precipitational hate into the weathering of a broken love.
She sees all of my love and passion for her erodes beneath my broken soul.
She watches,
Not moving,
Not blinking,
She doesn't even seem to be breathing as she takes her paid front row seat to view my emotional thunderstorm.
A contest entry
- Love and Regret by Voodoo Eyes.
600 points, ended July 1, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Are you a lover or a fighter? by Jamaica.
600 points, ended July 30, 2008, 27 entries
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Comments
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Very nice write! I very much liked how you wored the ending. Thanks for the entery!
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i COMPLETELY get this one! ur getn depresd and practicaly dien yet the only person who can help just sitz and watches not even tryn...
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