You come to conclusions
You make your accusations
You use myspace as a weapon
You're just not that acceptin
You push me away
Because of yesterday
I was a bitch
I flipped that switch
Way before you planned on it
Now I sit in a pile of shit
You say I'm a user
An unholy abuser
You don't understand
You haven't seen the lay of the land
You can't read my heart
You don't even know where to start
I made a mistake
I chose the wrong path to take
You read the signs wrong
You did it for too long
You couldn't tell when I was upset
You couldn't tell that my cheeks were wet
I tried so very hard
I played every card
I couldn't add up to
That which is you
Perfection...at what cost
Perfection is what I lost
Perfection isn't what I needed
Perfection that wasn't conceited
I laid my heart on the table
I handed you that life cable
You took my life
With your hunting knife
I seek new and better things
I seek the golden rings
I seek to one day wear white
And stand next to my shining knight
Golden chestnut hair
I know he'll always be there
Sapphire eyes of change
Beautiful heart of mange
Imperfection at it's best
He will always pass the test
He is my guiding light
Through the darkness of my night
Better late than never they say
And he will see the day
When I again say "I do"
And I will always love you.
So jump to conclusions
And make your accusations
But you're what made me see
What he really has in store for me.
Author notes
This is the first poem I've written in a while. Just coming out of some serious writer's block. so please be gentle on critisizm.
Do you think I made a good step out of my writers block? I haven't written anything in a long while.
Comments
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Ehh, no one needs that guy. If it was meant to be, he wouldn't have used myspace to break up with you. Writer's block sucks. I too have suffered from writer's block lately.
<3 you girlie.
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A little long winded for me
It took a while for me to get into the flow of the poem, but I too know how difficult it is to get this wording scheme perfect. Well done all the same.
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It wasn't my particular cup of tea but it is not bad at all. i could feel your passion.



