JT-Fan
29-09-2005, 03:22 PM
This poem doesn't have a name.
It doesn't need one.
The sun broke to the sky,
As the kohl slashed my eye,
Bitter silence,no words where spolem.
Instead the PEACE the love was broken.
Stood near the window,breath of pain in,
Breathe of life, that hasn't begin.
Echoes of sinners, rummaging in the rain,
Staring at his face.
Reliving the pain.
He did what he did, tore my heart,
A rip through the middle, Burnt from the start,
It's not over, he is not truely there,
His presense in my mind,
But my heart,
Remains.
Bare.
It doesn't need one.
The sun broke to the sky,
As the kohl slashed my eye,
Bitter silence,no words where spolem.
Instead the PEACE the love was broken.
Stood near the window,breath of pain in,
Breathe of life, that hasn't begin.
Echoes of sinners, rummaging in the rain,
Staring at his face.
Reliving the pain.
He did what he did, tore my heart,
A rip through the middle, Burnt from the start,
It's not over, he is not truely there,
His presense in my mind,
But my heart,
Remains.
Bare.