On The Verge

by Illusion   Dec 12, 2008


Don't save your blessings for me,
Am like a stubborn eye on the street.
On the verge of falling down,
I just wish to wear your crown.

Well this time has now infringed
my existence will soon recede
On the verge of turning blue,
there is nothing much that I can do.

It's hard to die everyday
in bits and pieces she says.
With the love that had drowned
Am on the verge of falling down.
Am on the verge of falling down.
Am on the verge of falling down.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Faithless

    With very limited words that you used, you have truly bring out the emotions that you wish to convey in ur poem. for me the end was alright cause it somehow creates the echo effects of falling down

    Great Job
    5/5 from me

  • 15 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    Well written..
    liked the last stanza the most...

    "It's hard to die everyday
    in bits and pieces she says.
    With the love that had drowned
    Am on the verge of falling down"

    ^^ well, i would have ended it here ... without the repetition... very beautiful lines...

    keep writing..

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