Alas my heart has now been fulled,
And nothing can replace.
I swear it's true I feel it now,
I can't forget your face.
Love forgotten,
Love is dead.
A shrewd thought enters mine head.
Swearing to you and that which I've become,
A slave in everyway and now I will succumb.
My love has not forgiven,
And nor has it been returned.
The death of me has now begun,
The last song has been sung.
Blood has spilled out from me,
Love not shared by we.
Author notes
This was inspired by Love Is Dead by Tokio Hotel
Can you feel his emotion?
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wow, thats sad. great structure and its amazing!
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Thank you very much,meine freund.
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yup.
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The structure and placement of words feels awkward to me, but the emotion rings through.
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Awkward in what way?
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Quick note before comment - I rather like your author page.
It is a grand shame that one would be not only compelled to write this, but if this is as many writings are, then the feeling within the words comes from a decaying person.
The poem itself speaks of vast anguish and a lighter hint of self loathing, and I appreciate the steps made to not only make it easy to read, but that it also rhymes.
I can only hope that whatever inspired this, beyond the song, shifts away if it befall tragedy.
Be well, and excellent poem.
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Thank you very much,your comment is much appreciated.
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Words flowed well in this poem....well written and well said..
nice work
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