Can someone help me?
This woman has no heart.
It's always someone elses fault.
her breathing isnt right
her beauty isnt right
her love isnt right
A fight.
slighted she feels,
but the drink sits there perfectly.
Anger and harsh words reflect who I am.
(a fan of hate.)
Another day of young love disrespected by me.
sex is just a feeling now
(not a romance.)
Her chance,
drank away.
stupidity hastens the day.
A love went away.
carrying her love on her sleeve.
shaking off the leaves.
fall has brought forth spring.
stings emotions into lingering.
I feel her heart when I apologize.
Apologies and symphonies.
diseases of hearts and seas.
gods sand.
into my heart hurt
the dirt shows her truth.
clay molds her love into a shape
A face.... a place of nothingness now
A power of hate,Torture and rape.
what a state of mind im in.
create some happiness
I beg
I shrug off boring love
bring me reality and a piece of existence worth living for.
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Interesting
If poetry is a reflection of the writers thoughts ... I'd be worried. Interesting but ... hmmn!
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This is very well written and such a powerful poem. i hope to read more by you in the future.
Thank you for sharing this.
Keep writing,
Holly. -
bring me reality and a peace of existence worth living for. without this there is no such thing as love. thank you for sharing this wonderful write with me today and i am looking forward to reading more from you in the near future. viyanna rosemarie
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It reminds me of the Zen master's question. If a tree fell in the forest and nobody was there would it still be your fault. I guess we just have to learn to shut up and follow orders.
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