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somehow
I was drawn to her
or was she drawn to me?
a spark ignited
and we made some
intense poetry

wrote some that would
blot out the moon
some took away the sun

some were deathly serious
and others
just for fun

The form was fine,
the rhymes were good

and everything was nice
but one day
tuat mighty flame
just flickered and it died

and things got ugly,
awkward,
and more than a little dark
and everything just
went to ****
without that glorious spark

and pretty soon,
you had to go
you left me with no choice
but sit and try to find the words
now that you took my voice

I told her that I'd be
all hers
but,
I guess she had enough
and something that was
beautiful
*was quickly turned
to *****
So we're here again
To learn to do what we love
oh, the irony
.

Wednesday night you loved me
Thursday morn no more
Now my heart is broken
Shattered on the floor

It came without a warning
Just a little note
It said that you were leaving
That is all you wrote

Now I sit here crying
Loneliness I feel
What we had was special
I thought that it was real

I wish that you had told me
Just what you had in store
Wednesday night you loved me
Thursday morn no more
went to the dentist, faced my fears
extractions left me shedding tears
but much to even my surprise
they only flowed from my right eye

I'm wired kinda strange,
you see
I think
there's something wrong with me
some things that most don't like to feel
can really give me quite a thrill

you can punch me in the face
'til blood is all that I can taste
you can scratch me,
brand me,
bite me
but all that **** will just excite me

after the dentist stitched me up
and wiped blood from my cheeks
I asked her when I could return
and she told me 2 weeks

I'm terrified, but I can't wait
to me it was the perfect date
I can't explain the reason why
but that **** makes me feel alive

I'm wired kinda strange you know
those pliers had me set to blow
I bet I am the only one
who thinks that kinds **** is fun

that day my worries were erased
and I could barely feel my face
and I could swear I fell in love
*or was it just the loss of blood?
Ok
So they say
That you become most
Like the ones you are
Around the most
Is that because
Every time you exhale you lose a
Fragment of your soul
Then everytime you inhale you take in a part of another's
Then your last breath would be the very last fragment of your soul
Picking the lock
That you keep around your heart
If I were a locksmith
That would be a start

I don't know the code
I haven't a key
I will keep on trying
For all eternity

I must never stop
Those chains I must break
Not to have you
Is something I can't take

An emotionless prison
That's where I'll be
I must get out
I must be set free

By any means necessary
This job I'll get done
Nothing can stop me
Not even a gun

Sooner or later
Your love I will win
I will be patient
For our life to begin

You shouldn't worry
Don't have a fear
Whenever you need me
I always be there
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