Lately I've been writting a series, if you will, of poems about how broken up I've been over the past month. An ordeal with a girl i love very much has left me pretty shaken, and I've found it easier to express myself through my poetry.
I could forget about the broken shape that you have left me in...
Cracked and splintered is my heart; whithered like the leaves in fall.
it once did beat with passion deep... but now it barely beats at all.
Like a gentle flower beaten by the cold or careless feet, torn from the place where its fragile roots and earth did meet.
Such a symbol of the beauty that life can bless us with
means little to a world that always takes and never gives.
..And had i known the pain I'd feel or my worthlessness before..
I'd glady take the flower's place..I'd say the world would miss it more.
Im fairly new to this, so any criticism or input would be greatly appreciated. ~D~
Poetry by Donovan
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Written on 2006-12-09 at 01:01
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If I Could Take You In My Arms
If i could take you in my arms once more and say "you're mine" again.I could forget about the broken shape that you have left me in...
Cracked and splintered is my heart; whithered like the leaves in fall.
it once did beat with passion deep... but now it barely beats at all.
Like a gentle flower beaten by the cold or careless feet, torn from the place where its fragile roots and earth did meet.
Such a symbol of the beauty that life can bless us with
means little to a world that always takes and never gives.
..And had i known the pain I'd feel or my worthlessness before..
I'd glady take the flower's place..I'd say the world would miss it more.
Im fairly new to this, so any criticism or input would be greatly appreciated. ~D~
Poetry by Donovan
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Written on 2006-12-09 at 01:01
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