|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
the first heartbreak
Contributed by
glassicallyunsuperficial
on
Friday, 2nd February 2007 @ 02:49:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
|
a brutal scissors that cut
the paper heart
to two
a quiet symphony
and it's constant ripping
in my head
the butcher's knife
that chopped ankles to half
I stumble and i fall
I can't walk I crawl
The dead black skin cells
left on the floor
scratched and falls
more and more
The paper heart shreds
along with it
littering the path of before
with beautiful memories that haunt
which were but the past
Taunting with its understatements
that no more would ever be the same
as previously
a brutal scissors
I want
to tear and slash the future
that promises constant reminders
of the past but
past present future
which one hurt the most
I almost can't tell
but they are all painful
painful by themselves.
Copyright ©
glassicallyunsuperficial
... [
2007-02-02 02:49:59]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: the first heartbreak
(User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on
Friday, 2nd February 2007 @ 09:25:50 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
such a deeply sad write.. beauitufully written though .. I especially loved the beginning and ending.. but remeber to move forward you must fly away from your past its never coming back.. look ahead and think optomisticly it helps very deeply moving write
vampyress jenni |
|
|
Re: the first heartbreak
(User Rating: 1 )
by heatherslostdreams on
Friday, 2nd February 2007 @ 07:19:59 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
I really liked this poem and how you caught the sad and deep feelings of the first love. We have all been there and yet still it seems that with each love that comes that first one still seems to be. You live by that hurt and are scared for it to happen before and yet you might get over it, it stays with you as lessons to learn and live by and you create a wall. With each thing that hurts you while your in love its like one more brick to add to it all. Eventually one will be found to knock it all down but keep your head up until then. I myspelf write alot about being in love and being hurt but I know that with this I still stand by what I say we all want to love and be loved.
great write keep it coming!
your friend,
heather
aka
heatherslostdreams |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
