Fire

by RainyDream   Feb 23, 2006


Your words are as cruel as a knife at its wit ends.Your face is twisted like the fake grins you give when in boubt.
Your heart is plastic like the barbie dolls placed upon a wal-mart shelf!
you dont care about me any more or anything i do.
All the,
screams,
bruises,
and cuts mean nothing to you.
(your)like a drug at the tip of my tounge,im addicted. Theres nothing left i can do,
nothing more.
Im holding on to the very last strand of this rope. There is no sense in loving something thats not even true.
I need you now.But i need to let go,
let go of you and anything weve ever had.

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  • 18 years ago

    by swill

    Oohhh i love the metaphor in this poem...the last strand of rope!! it projects such an amazing picture...beautiful! keep it up.
    neway i wrote a poem called "and the robin flew away" that too is metaphorical. if u hav the time, can you please read and temme how it is??
    thanx