As you watch the sun rise,
The light is unveiled.
Clear the knot in your throat,
Don't stare so sad and pale.
For I know you have waited,
Been dead for so long;
Can I ever resurrect you,
Let you not be alone?
Lift you off from your grave,
Brush apart dirt and rust;
I shall keep your heart safe:
Let me earn now your trust.
The heart you ripped off,
So you could heal from pain,
Put it back in your chest,
I'll never wield a blade.
But you've met alleged soul mates
That judged you in time;
I can know your heartache,
Yet you view all as lies.
For this I don't condemn you,
But I can't fight alone.
Make your heart beat again,
And my feelings be sung.
Let my kiss bring you life,
My embrace kill your fears.
Allow me to revive,
And destroy all your tears.
Lift you out of your grave,
And brush off all the rust;
I can keep your heart safe:
Let me earn now your trust.
Author notes
When you lose your capability to trust, some people may pretend but how to distinguish the real ones? To me, it is the ones that really fight to be trusted. Just wondered, what would happen if I can never trust anyone again, not even a little, and someone who really loves me appears? What would he say...to convince me?
Written October 5th, 2004
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I say, when you have mistrust in others, perhaps you have mistrust in your Self as well. It is against human nature not to be cautious, after we've been hurt. But we must remain open, so that the Right One will see us clearly...
lovely poem, I could almost hear a melody.
BRAVO!
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Trust is always an ever untrustworthy thing. It is something that we have to take in stride, with risk that it may be violate. I think this piece or the ideas i picked up on from the piece shows that trust can work and might not. It is something that we put into the hands of everyone we involve in our lives, especially those we love. The only thing we can do is have hope that everything is the way we believe it is- safe.
Like a lamp being turned on in my head.
much love,
James
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Gorgeous. Very powerfully written and emotionally charged. I really like your writing style and the way that you express your thoughts. I hope to read more of your work soon!
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Powerful
That was beautiful!! Awesome write, excellent symbolism and description. This poem has power. Very, very good, Prodigy. Well done.
~Godskid16
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sadly pretty, prettily sad
Pretty, a gothic sleeping beauty! Don't worry when the real one appears, the'll stick around until you trust them, thats how you'll know, thats how I knew. Trust and time go hand in hand, sometimes it takes years to really know someone.
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