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The claws close in like a steel cage Biting in, taking my breath away And I can't win today. The drive is strong - To lash out against the status quo Me, me, me, I fight against the flow. But she tempers me, Blunts the blade with her innocent words That she uses indiscriminately. I'm not special. And I won't ever be. She doesn't feel how my heart slams against the cages Churning wheels on what ifs, Playing tear-damp melodies To the tune of her litanies. But I cling harder - what else is there to do? Until I'm touching her She won't believe it's true. And I will, too. The space between is what's collapsing me Tightening the shackles of my jealousy I'm wondering Is this all the love I'm left with? Is this the hand I'm dealt with? But I wouldn't trade her, Not for all the stars above. And if she never notices, I'm still in love. The cruel thoughts of late-night signoffs Circle in my mind There might be hope here Although it seems so far away, sometimes. She might not know it yet But maybe, if she puts together why My world's revolving, Around the place where she resides She'll come to realize She's been wrong for all her life. So maybe now it's hopeless But I'm still in love, And I'd rather have her anything Than all the stars above. |
this is amazing i have no words and am left speachless by the power of emotions this piece presents to us the reader, you are a truely gifted writer, and it is your gift of words that makes you a special person like sombreanddim said. it easy to identify with this piece which makes it a favorite for me since it also touches me. i care for someone in my life deeply and i to as you said would rather have anything than all the stars. amazing write| Posted on 2009-11-09 00:00:00 | by sweet_rayne | [ Reply to This ] | Beautiful!!! You think that you are not special but your poem shows you are | She doesn't feel how my heart slams against the cages Churning wheels on what ifs, Playing tear-damp melodies To the tune of her litanies. these are the most impressive lines along with the basic refrain of the poem. I am the fan of all sincere lovers in the world, you see they are evolved beings, they give expression to the essence and needs of their soul, they don't shy away.... you are one of the geniuses... or i think so. | Posted on 2009-11-08 00:00:00 | by sombreanddim | [ Reply to This ] | |