Starting,
with a tiny hammer and chisel,
you broke away bits of my stony heart.
Moving on to the loving jackhammer
that created the crater in my heart.
Turning to the fateful dynamite,
you blasted the depths of my heart,
nestling your love into the grave you made.
Only to bury it in the depths of my heart,
and cover it with shovel fulls of heartbreak.
You and your soul are concealed
6 feet deep within me,
you will never get out. So don't even try.
You dug your own grave,
and now your stuck there, till the very
End.
Author notes
ireadtherules.
This is so very true. Never will I forget you, you may be buried, but who says just because you are faded in my heart,just because you are buried, that we can't dig it all up again.
A contest entry
- make me a grave. by iverbthenoun.
400 points, ended December 13, 2008, 11 entries
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okay... honestly i don't like the use of "heart" more than once in a poem. but it's your poem...lol...
i liked what you offered. you execution could be stronger. thanks
and goodluck.
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