Her Twisted Heart
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Her Twisted Heart
Her Twisted Heart It's mystical as the mist falls upon this night, My heart is filled with a deep pain that grips my soul so tight. This heart has become so numb to these feelings inside, I've gotten really good at keeping them buried where noone knows they hide. To look through my eyes no soul could you see, Just many masks of what the pieces of my heart once use to be. In the silence of this darkness is where my tears always run blood red, As thoughts of death spin around inside my head. This woman once had a spirit filled with a loving light gleaming, Her mind filled with thoughts of the future she must have been dreaming. To many times she has trusted in love but just gets burned, no more can her twisted heart be turned. Written By: Wilma S. Hill copyright©November23,2006 |
Submitted on 2006-11-27 22:49:50 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| Beautifullly done sis, you're very pure in your writing....pure because you've felt what it's like to not even be able to pure if you want to. Love....well it depends how many times you've been hurt, how deep that runs....i figured i wouldn't care about anyone again, and i did stop for so very long, almost long enough to let go of life itself just to make sure that i didn't care again- because that would mean getting hurt...but you already know my story right? i do sincerely believe that someone can make all that pain worth it for you but hun,( i'm almost begging you because i know how it can be....)you have to LET them. as for the write itself, nice emotion, fair format, i don't have too much to improve upon so nice job :) another faves add, keep writing <3 -jessie- | Posted on 2006-12-16 00:00:00 | by silent_death12 | [ Reply to This ] | This is a lovely and sad poem. Nicely written and expressed and tells such sad story of love that hurts. It is often we tend to trust people who probably shouldnt be trusted and when it comes to matters of the heart, the results are devestating. It does indeed turn a once warm and loving person into a cold and distant stranger, even to themselves. It is a huge risk to love someone as you basically put your well being into the hands of another. Sometimes it is wonderful but sometimes it is devestating. Another good poem by you. Nice work. | Lorna  | Posted on 2006-12-06 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ] | Love! It first wounds us, then saves us, then if we're not careful, wounds us again! You write beautifully, Wilma! | | Posted on 2006-12-03 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] | that was a really nice piece I really enjoyed I really can't critique bc it was extremely well writen but what about that copy write? how did you get that? I need to get that so please hit me up at biggirlbigworld2@aol.com with the details. | | Posted on 2006-11-29 00:00:00 | by L.L.COLLINS | [ Reply to This ] | |
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