#brokenstrings - Hello Poetry

Broken strings, glass-tear eyes— where’s that smile from a distance? :been a bit distant— clapped back at feelings; can you hear the applause in the distance? You are my world in a world full of sin— seen as you are, sin as you are; I still let you in; for better, no worse— your cold, my warm…you don’t just feel— you are my poem.

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Mar 23

Mar 23, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Applause in the Distance

Broken strings, glass-tear eyes— where’s that smile from a distance? :been a bit distant— clapped back at feelings; can you hear the applause in the distance? You are my world in a world full of sin— seen as you are, sin as you are; I still let you in; for better, no worse— your cold, my warm…you don’t just feel— you are my poem.

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Oh life, Are you listening? Let me answer— Please, let me answer. Answer my last because, Not as a hero, But— As a puppet with broken strings, Hanging with wings in a void, Filled with joy Of lost flings. Are you listening? I feel you every night, With you in me— But nowhere near. Without you, I vanish, A shadow faded here. Let the ages of ages get angry, That’s not what matters. Only what matters… Is you. Only and only you. Oh life, You are listening, na? A storm hit me— Changed me, Made me, Broke me, Gave me everything… So it could take everything from me. But still, Every night I pray to be with you— Live with you, Laugh with you, Cry with you, Grow with you, And live one dream with you. This is because… It’s hard to hold the one you crave, The one your heart would Die to save. Oh life— Am I right?

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Jul 9, 2025

Jul 9, 2025 at 6:47 AM UTC

Ak_tr07

Let Me Answer (Oh Life – Part 2)

Oh life, Are you listening? Let me answer— Please, let me answer. Answer my last because, Not as a hero, But— As a puppet with broken strings, Hanging with wings in a void, Filled with joy Of lost flings. Are you listening? I feel you every night, With you in me— But nowhere near. Without you, I vanish, A shadow faded here. Let the ages of ages get angry, That’s not what matters. Only what matters… Is you. Only and only you. Oh life, You are listening, na? A storm hit me— Changed me, Made me, Broke me, Gave me everything… So it could take everything from me. But still, Every night I pray to be with you— Live with you, Laugh with you, Cry with you, Grow with you, And live one dream with you. This is because… It’s hard to hold the one you crave, The one your heart would Die to save. Oh life— Am I right?

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Here’s to the boy Who was first in line And strummed These heart strings And taught me How to play But you strummed Too hard As the strings gave in And you didn’t bother To even fix it But my love, Won’t you at least teach me How to play with Broken strings a. gale

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Aug 23, 2014

Aug 23, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC

a-gale

Broken Strings

Here’s to the boy Who was first in line And strummed These heart strings And taught me How to play But you strummed Too hard As the strings gave in And you didn’t bother To even fix it But my love, Won’t you at least teach me How to play with Broken strings a. gale

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