Nightingale

Watch the windows to her soul,
how they kill without control.
She wants it all but knows it too,
that life has colour, a touch of blue.
She keeps it all in a heart shaped box,
with flowers, candles and two locks.
The world is small to such eyes;
nothing is true but the big, bad lies.



Poetry by Vicious V
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Written on 2005-07-31 at 01:52

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kladdpapper
wow. it gets to you, really beautiful but sad.
heart shaped box automatically makes me think of nirvana, and that makes it even better : P

jättefin dikt.
skriver du på svenska också ? poeter.se
2006-09-09


True Words Embellished
Very nice rythm, and not too obvious rhymes.

Just plain wonderful :)
2005-10-12


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
"She keeps it all in a heart shaped box,
with flowers, candles and two locks" - i really like these lines here... it is the way of many people, i think... to just keep it all inside... locked up... i like "flowers, candles, and two locks"... very nice... well, your whole poem leaves an impression on me... i enjoyed very much... thanks for sharing :)

later...xx
2005-07-31


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
nice - a good flow to this, fast paced poem.
2005-07-31