Post by smartboyathome on Dec 9, 2009 14:16:31 GMT -6
I may reuse this thread to post more of my poems, but for now it only contains one. Don't worry, the situation that inspired this thing is long done and over with, but I still think its one of the best poems I've written. As a result, I decided to share it with you all.
My past is scarred with gaping wounds
That no seems to know but you,
And as I try to hide it so,
It creeps up and threatens to blow.
Just as all things seems to be fine,
With little golden Roses shined,
It strikes and lands a foul blow,
The likes of which we'd never known.
And then I try to rescue you,
And instead paint you black and blue,
While fires rage within our hearts,
A wall of flames rips us apart.
And then that monster does burst forth,
With raging wind above gale force,
I try to save you but in fright,
I wonder if it's really right?
My past is scarred with gaping wounds
That no seems to know but you,
And as I try to hide it so,
It creeps up and threatens to blow.
Just as all things seems to be fine,
With little golden Roses shined,
It strikes and lands a foul blow,
The likes of which we'd never known.
And then I try to rescue you,
And instead paint you black and blue,
While fires rage within our hearts,
A wall of flames rips us apart.
And then that monster does burst forth,
With raging wind above gale force,
I try to save you but in fright,
I wonder if it's really right?