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Yup, more poetry. I actually wrote this one a while back, but I didn't post it as I lost it. But I found it now, and even though it's still a work-in-progress, I'll post what I've got.
It's tattered here,
It's mangled there,
Full of scars,
In disrepair,
It's beaten, battered,
Broken, torn,
Rife with pain,
Looks quite forlorn.
But in its own way, special too.
And now I'm giving it to you.
It worries me a little bit,
To just leave you alone with it,
To let you have something so dear,
To me, I s'pose I'll always fear,
That one day soon,
You'll come to me,
Hold out your hands,
And I will see,
Within them, ripped and shattered more,
My dying heart,
Bloody and sore.
Regardless of the fate to come,
My decision now is the right one,
No other has my heart, 'tis true,
With it I would only trust you.
So please I beg,
Don't prove me wrong,
Don't simply laugh,
And play along.
Prove my trust,
Is wasted not,
Prove my demise,
I haven't wrought.
As always, please comment ^^ I love other's opinions.
 bunnyfan194 · Thu Feb 05, 2009 @ 07:19am · 1 Comments |
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