out comes the hot
out comes the cold
tears fall down my face
coldest being old
i can't believe you left me
to dry my own tears
none of which dried
only bringing back fears
my eyes are like faucets
running hot and cold
but the only difference
is that the tempatures are uncontrolled
if you were to come back
you wouldn't be forgave
you would be the one to suffer
for how you behaved
so now as the faucets run
water uncontrolled
my heart is speeding
thinking you'll pay the toll
no, no, knowing you'll pay the toll
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired, Amazing pic! by MichaelBe.
650 points, ended July 27, 14 entries
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that's what happens when you break my heart
Comments
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Nice write here, it had a great flow making it enjoyable to read. Also, I like the way emotions seem to progress in the poem.
Thanks for entering,
Michael
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This is a good poem I like how you connected it with the picture. I adore how you did this. ^^
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