Knife

by NOOR   Dec 8, 2015


A knife on my chest
My poor bleeding heart
I can not move my head
Because one minute ago
You turned into cold blood monster
Who doesn't give a damn
I held my heart in golden plate
It hurts and it will hurt me more
If you stay there longer
What we had
Was special for me
Now all I have
Is my bleeding heart
Winter kisses my sorrow away
In spring I will be just soil
Under your shoes

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  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello,

    As Ben says, the ending is excellent. A chilling threat.

    Take care,

    Michael

  • 8 years ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    A sad write Noor, but worded beautifully, with great imagery.
    As Ben says, the last three lines are especially well expressed, they just couldn't be better!
    Wish I'd thought of those verses!
    I liked this.

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    The last three lines of this are superb, Noor. The language used is lovely.

    A good poem overall and another sad write from you.

    Do take care,
    Ben

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