Her shell-like life is lived sheltered,
The world past her fence; never ventured,
This female abyss broken by a lover,
She could defile her looks but why bother,
Beautiful and strong but has fractured emotions,
Life lead over-easy, love life over-done,
The end came close a few times before,
As we can see, there's no door frame anymore...
Shunned from showing feelings,
She's broken,
Her heart's torn and peeling,
She's broken,
Help for the wanting is here,
She's gathering,
An unknown male hand appears,
Helps her gather,
The pieces of her heart are ever-ruined,
Though the love she can still give is true and
she can give him one piece at a time,
Making sure she knows the right rocks to climb,
Pushing the right buttons will come to her,
She can get through the barriers for sure,
Like when she makes heart-shaped biscuits,
And love...she'll get there in the end.
A contest entry
- prompt contest by Brokentruth93.
300 points, ended July 2, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
"though my heart may be broken, i can still love with all the little pieces" Jessica Noelle I honestly don't know what i was doing writing this..oh well, Domz
Comments
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well, i think this is an amazing poem, i love how you put the poem together... i really relate to this one... thank you for you entry... much appreciated
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Oh it is easy to see this heart is still in love though the little pieces are finding it hard to repair themselves.
Maybe it's time to find someone who appreciates you for what you are rather than who you were to her. It's not easy to pick up the pieces but you write the shattered bits so very well. Slan Chez
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