Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
sandra-1Poems
I look down to my hands and feet fingers and my toes I often wondered how are those so physically able? when my heart trembles mumbles, and stumbles with its broken beats it’s not capable to handle another careless keeper to not drop it, scrape it crush the remains then hand it back to me I’m steel gaurded with a key don’t ask me to let you in just for me to believe then have you hand me another broken piece of my still constructing heart that no longer beats compassionately for a true love with all it’s mishappen sewed up, and bandaged, cracked, crumbling, bruised beauty I am vulnerable but not weak I am strong no longer naive Don’t let me Believe Let me see proof is through actions that speak words are nothing but pretty wrappings charming but hiding something within their nice packaging I’ve learned from my past the mistakes have imprinted at long last not to trust a pretty smile and perfect teeth because the ugliness is buried deep it’s in a dark soul A pretender masked with an angel’s face
0
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 10:08 AM UTC
Untitled
I look down to my hands and feet fingers and my toes I often wondered how are those so physically able? when my heart trembles mumbles, and stumbles with its broken beats it’s not capable to handle another careless keeper to not drop it, scrape it crush the remains then hand it back to me I’m steel gaurded with a key don’t ask me to let you in just for me to believe then have you hand me another broken piece of my still constructing heart that no longer beats compassionately for a true love with all it’s mishappen sewed up, and bandaged, cracked, crumbling, bruised beauty I am vulnerable but not weak I am strong no longer naive Don’t let me Believe Let me see proof is through actions that speak words are nothing but pretty wrappings charming but hiding something within their nice packaging I’ve learned from my past the mistakes have imprinted at long last not to trust a pretty smile and perfect teeth because the ugliness is buried deep it’s in a dark soul A pretender masked with an angel’s face
Written by
sandra-1
American
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 10:08 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem