by Cantchangeme   Apr 18, 2009

Walk with me
Past what once counted as dreams
See the shards of broken promises
Things here are never what they seem

Poison pulses within our hearts
The blood that's been bled all but dry
Flaking off our loves pretenses
We've become the image we despise

Insecurity calls on our being
Reminding us why we breathe today
Dried eyes stare at all our nothing
Dead hands pick up our heart and play

Now we're standing on the edge
The rotting smell of loves decline
You pray to god, I'll take my chances
So I can say my scars are mine

Lie with me
Down in the dust of what we believe
Give me your heart I'll give you mine
We now remember what it is to bleed


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  • 12 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    Loved this!!! Gosh you blow my mind with yuor amazing rhyming skill!!! Lol you are so talented. Can't wait to you write more. You should try free verse...I bet that would fit you well. Anyways nice job hun. Nik

  • 12 years ago

    by PorcelainMoon

    I'm not going to sit here and get formal about this poem and tell you to change it, like most of the dried up viginas on this site.

    This poem spoke to me and I thought it was beautiful. 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by FlawlesslyTarnished

    I like this piece. ((: It's kind of simple, but full of meaning at the same time. Although the flow seemed a little up and down because of the uneven lines, the poem didn't seem forced or anything, because of the rhyming. Your emotions were clearand expressed perfectly through your wordss. Great write. Keep it upp ((: 5/5.

  • 12 years ago

    by Not Enough

    Hmm, I don't really like this one. It doesn't really make sense to me, I guess I just miss the big pibture of it. And it just seems way to over-played like poeple always write these type of poems. And it just gets to be too much. But it's not a bad poem, and it has a good flow to it. But I think you could make it a little more unique, even though it already is quite unique. The vocabulary makes it a little more orignial.

    Soda E>

  • 12 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    The rhythm of your words never missed a beat as you seemed to pick up the pieces your heart

    So well done!