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The Hole that Was Your Love
Contributed by
dannyireland
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Friday, 29th April 2011 @ 11:05:21 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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There is a hole in my world, right where you used to stand
Before you left me, broke me, and everything else that you had planned
There is a hole in my bedroom floor where you used to sit
But I've learned to avoid it on my own, always walking around it
There is a hole in my heart from where you left without a fight
A hole in my heart that i still fall back in sometimes at night
But now that you're gone, your silence says everything
How could I care for so long, I would've given you anything
You told me you were happy, you said this was the upswing
Until I found out all in one moment you lied about everything
For today I am strong, but I never know what tonight will bring
And my sadness slowly flies away on the back of father time's wing
Every second your absence beats inside me like a drum
Breaking me, shaping me, making me what I've become
For all you ever were, not a lover but a liar
In your absence I grow stronger; my source of balance growing wider
Sometimes when i look at my floor the hole is barely even there,
I'd tell you all this, what you did to me, but you'd barely even care.
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dannyireland
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Re: The Hole that Was Your Love
(User Rating: 1 ) by hacktastic on
Saturday, 30th April 2011 @ 12:35:54 AM AEST (User
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First off, that is horrible you had to go through this. It would have been great for her to tell you sooner, but things are rarely that tidy.
That said, well done on your writing. I like the use of the "hole" in your world, your floor, your heart. I really like the way you "step around it". Very nice. They are all jabs that set up the last line, which then hits hard like an uppercut punch.
With this one, you were the
Mohammad Ali of poetry,
float like a butterfly sting like a bee. |
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