the mirror, it hangs waiting on the wall
all covered with mist from the shower
well, pardon me for being a nice guy
walkin' around with my heart on my sleeve
you can just kiss my butt bye-bye
you know...
i'm sittin here lookin back on what we used to have
and to be honest, it wasn't all that fun
sure, we saw fireworks in the beginning
coming to take you home
or a freight train plowing forth at at such a speed you cannot escape,
hauling your soul to hell?
Author notes
Patchwork Poem for contest. Ok, this was fun lol hmmm Dang, I have an emo side...
Poems:
1 ~ orchestra
2 ~ don't tread on me
3 ~ bye-bye scratch
4 ~ thorn
5 ~ black light
Artwork credit: original heart found on google.com, quilt created by me.
A contest entry
- Patchwork Poems ~~ An amusing form of Cento~~ by Melodies.
650 points, ended June 13, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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YIPPEE! 
This magnificent poem makes perfect sense! 
See? If you talked in your sleep it would result in a brilliant message, too, I am convinced! 
AMAZING!
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Magic
the magic moment. Once it declines then the hard cold facts of life strike at your heart. If only the pleasures of the flesh would last foreverinto the silver age. The poets pen writes another master piece
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