I thought I could be Juliet,
and you could be my Romeo,
I had it all figured out,
such a long time ago,
my heart on my sleeve,
and I, so eager to believe,
crushed before, still mending my heart,
i'm two halves of a whole,
that were pulled apart.
My heart held together with safety pins and dreams,
breaking away, tearing at the seams,
everything is fine, or to you so it seems,
i'll drown out my sorrow, and stifle my screams,
my brittle heart can't take anymore,
next time you leave,
i'm locking the door,
bolting it shut,
and losing the key,
you can't have my brittle heart,
and you can't torture me.
Fragile bones,
that bend and crack,
trying to hold onto something,
I know's never coming back,
im pathetic,
the way i'm still trying to hold on,
I can't accept the fact this time your really gone,
so with my brittle heart and my fragile bones,
I still dial all the numbers,
just to hang up the phone.
Author notes
Not very good. But I tried. Hope you like it Dear. ♥
A contest entry
- goodbye&thanks for the memories--[prose&freeverse.] by innocence jaded.xx.
400 points, ended December 22, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - New! Truly Original Poetry Wanted :) by Oleander.
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Great poem! Speaks originality to me.
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ugh i'm sorry ! that ones taken too :[
is fifteen okay ?
title: brittle heart, fragile bones. ♥ -
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Yes 15 is fine. Thanks :]]
Ill have a poem up for it in a bit.
Take care Lovey. ♥
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gahh is there anyway you could pick another number? that ones already taken
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17??
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