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Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
Heart, oh heart you keep my existence!
Keep on pumping, you show much persistence.
How many times do you break?
Are you getting tired from this heart-ache?
Nevertheless you move on strong,
Making the beats last very long.
Oh, and how you love with such force!
Making me dizzy, taking the beats off course.
The beats get irregular and are hard to manage,
With our continuous meetings, it’s such a disadvantage.
So thank you, my little worker, for doing oh so well!
Forever you shall pump in my chest, forever you shall dwell.
Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
It is a midnight hue,
A blue-ish black.
The lies that flew,

And stabbed my back.
My heart is dark and cold
The warmth and loving it does lack.

Now I’m empty, but oh you were so bold.
Taking me in and revealing to me your love.
As to let me think I was worth more than gold,

As if I was something heavenly from above.
Now I know it is purity you unfold.

Making pretend you’d give me free-love.
Never again shall you lie to me.
I hid myself in, almost like a glove.

You are gone and I can finally see.
Love was always priced and never free.
Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
The wind howls outside.
It’s getting pretty chilly.
Whipping at your face.
Dark rain clouds follow you here,
In the desolate cold night.
Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
My soul is gone.
My heart was taken by you.
Never to love again.
You’ve broken down my spirit,
Lonely now and forever.
Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
I'm sitting in a dark room
Alone by myself in a corner
Where no one is able to reach me
Where no one is able to reach my cold stone heart
You'll never see who I really am
No one will
Ever
It's just not possible for me to open up
After I've been shut tight for so long
So don't ask why I won't let you in
Wonder with your imagination
All the pain I've felt
Then you'll know just exactly why
I'm so **cold.
Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
Nothing makes sense,
Everything’s tense.
Why do you hate me?
What did I ever do to thee?
You glare from a distance,
I can see your resistance,
And urge to **** me with your glance,
Your gaze evil and hot, like when embers dance.
I’d like to know, so please tell me why,
Otherwise, I ought to cry.
I mourn the loss of our relations,
I know that is most certainly not on vacation.
So when you’re ready to say,
What has you at such dismay?
I’ll be here, watched by your hateful eyes,
Squirming because of your despise.
Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
After this terrible heartbreak,
We know your right there by heavens gate,

Watching over us, protecting us as we live on,
But we cant get over the fact that your actually gone.

We miss you dearly, and no one could ever replace you,
You were our superman, flying through the sky oh so blue.

We are living a type of hell, wishing you were here,
But we know we'll see you later, and raise up our glasses of beer.

We take a shot of Jameson, a toast to you old man,
Whether playing the role as daddy or brother, no one can do it better than you can.
This poem is in loving memory of my Uncle and God Father, Kevin Botta, who died unexpectantly on January 6th, 2011, as a passanger in a car crash.
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