And in this field,
We all flow together.
Sensitivity and borrowed heart,
Broken pieces on the floor.
We were happy once,
And hazel eyes glittered.
But now they've disappeared,
Under months of stress and lots of people.
Corrections are never needed,
And this place is like hell.
Nice and cozy,
I'm all alone.
Wishing you were here,
And hazel eyes glittered once more.
But I've become so lost,
I can't seem to find the door.
Author notes
This was based off title 1.) Bleeding Serenity. =) It just kinda gave me the idea. lol. Sorry for any mistakes. Its somewhere around 2:30 in the morning.
A contest entry
- Your Heaven, Your Hell (Entertain Me!) by DistilledGin.
550 points, ended June 19, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Nyar. =^.^= Comments?
Comments
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Almost Depressing
Just reading it alone made me want to cry. There's alot of sadness in this write. Great job!
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Thank-you. =)
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intersting...and very mesmerizing and enjoyable. =) its 0:37 in the morning here. lol
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You are two hours behind me in time then. ~.~ xP And thank-you. I'm glad you like it.
Oh. Have you looked at my contest? =) I think you could work with one of the many prompts on it. ;D I wanna see what you would come up with.
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