As every second of the hour goes by,
I sit and watch myself in this
cold, isolated mirror that captures
my hateful image. My mouth can not speak,
my body can not move. No signs
of movement. I shatter into little
pieces, not being able to bring
myself back together. Little notes
and images can not be found in
this thought that covers your
inner beauty. I slowly demand that
all should stop at this moment
or else I would disappear without
the likes of coming back.
I miss when you use to tell me that
everything would take it's own course
and be fine again. Pictures of me have
faded away into the countless hours of
lonliness. The love notes, the roses, the
memories have been lost in its own time.
Time will set the path to happiness again,
but not at this moment.
















Comments
This is incredible. It flows beautifully with emotion and flows like pure water.
Great work.
-- peace easy
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say what you will; say what you mean.
you could never offend;
your dirty words come out clean.
dave's not here...
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writers bleed words...
freewill
over
fate...
...which do you choose (pick one)
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the way it all flows smooth and has more of a story structure than your other work.
you have disconnected me.
I wish my thoughts would flow rythemcly on paper,
when I was hurting and Depressed
Doesn't work that way less its all about prettywords.
but what do I know...
Its too much pain for too few words...
I'd rather be a bad poet that doensn't feel..
I think you know what I mean,
Its a great poem but nothing is worth the pain...
Love ya,
RaVen
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Annikka von Holdt. for sparing what time you
have learned so much from you...That one day
"I shatter into little/pieces, not being able to bring/myself back together."
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