JimmyByrne09
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Hey, so I'm kinda copying off of PC by doing this, but I decided to post a thread here with my selected works of personal poetry/lyrics I think of, and get down on paper. So I'll get started with a poem I wrote a month or so ago, about a girl I broke up with earlier this year:
Feel free to leave comments and/or feedback!
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It was the day that marked
The ninth anniversary of metal giants
Coming to their unexpected hault
As broken glass formed the mold
Over thousands of broken lives
And millions of broken hearts
But although the sky appeared to be blue
The day we met
The annual curse remained still
Leaving a hidden gray overhang
That momentarily subsided for days
And has haunted me ever since
I loved you then
Just as much as I do now
But the forgotten cause
Should have preceded the effect
And it hurts to think
The cause was something or someone else
I question myself still
Hoping that each day will be the last
Of "what ifs"
And wondering what I could have done
That could have healed
The oozing open sore of our relationship
It is torturous to think
That all the laughter
All the kisses
All the hugs we shared
Were nothing
But one-way conversations
People joke
About the emotions
That still run strong over you
They blame it on me with a giggle
But as much as I want to laugh along with them
...I can't.
It was the day that marked
The ninth anniversary of metal giants
Coming to their unexpected hault
As broken glass formed the mold
Over thousands of broken lives
And millions of broken hearts
But although the sky appeared to be blue
The day we met
The annual curse remained still
Leaving a hidden gray overhang
That momentarily subsided for days
And has haunted me ever since
I loved you then
Just as much as I do now
But the forgotten cause
Should have preceded the effect
And it hurts to think
The cause was something or someone else
I question myself still
Hoping that each day will be the last
Of "what ifs"
And wondering what I could have done
That could have healed
The oozing open sore of our relationship
It is torturous to think
That all the laughter
All the kisses
All the hugs we shared
Were nothing
But one-way conversations
People joke
About the emotions
That still run strong over you
They blame it on me with a giggle
But as much as I want to laugh along with them
...I can't.
Feel free to leave comments and/or feedback!