It wasn't the bullets it was the look in your eyes

Follow you through the house of mirrors
this is where you shed your tears

I want to be with you
but you want me gone
so you can right all these things that are wrong

when you called me the wrong name
and fainted in my arms
when I had to carry you home
I tell you there was no harm

but this is your palace walled with these mirrors
this is where you cry a thousand tears

I stalk you through deeper
into this labrynth of yours
but you're the gate keeper and you give no tours

You turn and scream
that I should be gone
so you can right all these things that are wrong

but you dont realize through your shame
none of this causes damage
life is for living and passing mistakes
but this is your anchorage

Where your soul rests and reflections billow
and wrists are slit to make things better

its your look that kills
when I walked to your room
not the knife that brought me to toumb

even though nothing matters
you twisted the knife
just another of your scars
the taking of my life




Poetry by Andy
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Written on 2006-08-15 at 07:23

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
WOW!

This.....leaves me
*SPEECHLESS*

BOOKMARKED

L.
2007-04-02


kaytee
you're an incredibly good writer. and im jealous. everything you write is real and so sweet. amazing.
2007-02-04


Amanda K
Andy,feelings here depicted through your words in an excellence way. Each stanza does tell and describe different hard feelings , hurt,harm,deceit.......ect.it's bookmarked. THx for sharing it.
2006-10-29


Camillaa
so beautiful !
i really enjoy to read your poem!
Nice work :)
/ C *
2006-09-17


Lucas
Haha awesome man. Love the spelling of "toumb". Keep on writing and...being Andy. Yeah.
2006-08-27


blondie
this is really awesome.
i really like "Follow you through the house of mirrors this is where you shed your tears"

nice. i like it.
2006-08-17