Surrealisticpillows Posted October 7, 2004 Report Share Posted October 7, 2004 I wrote this a few years ago, I was going through old poems and I thought I would share...it's nothing to be proud of, but here it is. (If you can find any meaning in it, share). I now know It was your breath Warming my body, as real as my own. It was you, That held my stones The weight of my hope, Watching me crumble. Fading into you With that look of contentment Smiling because you can, Fulfilling hunger, Never backtracking to see That you left behind everything I'd need. We would both smile like it was Sunday morning, Covering. Inside my mind I could find you, eating and smirking, Crying in the corner Tears of blood, shed from the beauty you thought you felt, Sopping up every last drop of my flesh Carrying on as if you knew me. Sleeping to dream Your life existed with your clammy palms, Sugar sweet. I once felt your soul, We shattered porcelain like a wonderful prayer, Gone sour. Tainted, we would smile Carrying on, like vomiting after every meal and crying, molding our veins to one. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tenacious_Peaches Posted October 7, 2004 Report Share Posted October 7, 2004 it's nothing to be proud of, but here it is To have the ability to express yourself in such a vivid way is always something to be proud of. Good poem, SP. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MindCrime Posted October 7, 2004 Report Share Posted October 7, 2004 Carrying on, like vomiting after every meal and crying, molding our veins to one. Beautiful poetry, up until that point bud. Even though I can relate, I've been in relationships that went too sour too quickly, so I feel your deal. 9/10 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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