S(he's) Br(ok)en
She hears his voice, telling her she’s nothing
She hears him yelling. Can she hear me?
I eye her as she eyes the blade.
Hoping that she’ll realize it
Realize he’s not worth it
Instead she grabs it
I reach for her
I’m too slow
Wrists slit
Why?
Him
It’s him
He’s the cause
Harsh words spoken
Her heart was broken
He toyed with her feelings.
Told her that he would love her.
Yet he stayed out with another.
No longer held her like he used to.
Knew she was broken, so he was okay.
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05-22-2013
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| S(he's) Br(ok)en | 4 | 05/01/2013 |
| You can't stop time | 3 | 04/17/2013 |
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