Bitter pieces of my broken heart
fall hard onto the ground
twisted art
splashed around
Bits and pieces, scattered mess
a red reflection of the floor
inside, an image of that black dress
that dress that you once wore
All the memories that were sweet
have all skipped to the last beat
now facing the coda of this song
I hope it loops and doesn't stop
A contest entry
- From The Heart by Velvet Rose Petals.
650 points, ended October 12, 2008, 30 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
thoughts? is the title any good?
Comments
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Very beautiful. good use of imagery, and I loved how you linked back to your title. its definitely really sad, but I love the last stanza. it kinda stuck into my mind, and i keep repeating it over, like a broken record. good job!
Rose
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