broken innocence

That day,
You stole my innocence.
You stole the part of me that wanted to live,
and to grow, and to change.
Now, I don't want any of it.
You stole my life away,
in a spitefull act; What came over you?
My innocence was revoked,
my feelings were succumbed to nothingness.
Now I dont know what to feel,
or what to do.
You broke me,
taunted me,
and now I am slowly dying.
Its your fault,
you took something that wasn't yours to take.
And now,
I'm a broken guitar string.
You stopped the music.




Poetry by karly Brock
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Written on 2010-06-21 at 20:48

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My oh my! Say, you really express yourself really well. The flow of your poem held my attention and I know what you're going through; age and love are strangers in love. I loved the lasts two lines touched me in the most unique way.

"I'm a broken guitar string.
"You stopped the music.

Powerful, so powerful!

Thanks 4 the sharing
2010-10-02