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When I was little,
I drew a big heart
on pretty virgin paper.
The middle was hollow,
it was merely an outline.
When I was a bit older
I handed that drawing
to an unworthy boy,
who took it, and giggled,
and handed it right back.
A little older still
I gave it to a boy
who folded it carelessly
and stuck it in his back pocket.
It was crumpled when he gave it back to me.
I once handed that drawing
to a charming boy,
who promised to look after it.
Instead he cut it into little pieces
and scattered them on the floor.
I gathered them up, one by one,
and held them close to me.
But as much as I’d tried,
I didn’t have them all.
Some must have blown away in the breeze.
But then you appeared.
You took the little pieces from me
and taped them back together,
and you filled in those missing parts
with little bits of your own heart.
Then you did something
which made me stumble in surprise.
You took a big red crayon,
and you coloured that heart in,
before placing it in a frame and hanging it on your wall.
The big heart
that I drew when I was little
is now crumpled and frayed.
The paper is no longer virgin white.
But, you see,
it’s better than it ever was before;
because you coloured it in for me.
I drew a big heart
on pretty virgin paper.
The middle was hollow,
it was merely an outline.
When I was a bit older
I handed that drawing
to an unworthy boy,
who took it, and giggled,
and handed it right back.
A little older still
I gave it to a boy
who folded it carelessly
and stuck it in his back pocket.
It was crumpled when he gave it back to me.
I once handed that drawing
to a charming boy,
who promised to look after it.
Instead he cut it into little pieces
and scattered them on the floor.
I gathered them up, one by one,
and held them close to me.
But as much as I’d tried,
I didn’t have them all.
Some must have blown away in the breeze.
But then you appeared.
You took the little pieces from me
and taped them back together,
and you filled in those missing parts
with little bits of your own heart.
Then you did something
which made me stumble in surprise.
You took a big red crayon,
and you coloured that heart in,
before placing it in a frame and hanging it on your wall.
The big heart
that I drew when I was little
is now crumpled and frayed.
The paper is no longer virgin white.
But, you see,
it’s better than it ever was before;
because you coloured it in for me.
Literature
pain
Your eyes reflect your pain
they do reflect your fears
You try to hide it all inside
but through your eyes I see the feelings you cannot hide
Stop living a lie
take your mask off and show me who you are inside
I know you're fragile and weak
i know it's love that you seek
Don't you know you're already mine?
Your cowardness was so big
that you didn't even have the guts to say goodbye
Your eyes reflect your pain
they do reflect your fears
Why are you so afraid of me?
Don't you wanna be happy?
My love is not obsession
you were my life, you were my passion
Sometimes I hate you so much
I wish you would fucking die
Your eyes refle
Literature
Transparent Sin
Underneath a film of regret,
a delicate angel weeps.
Her wings attached,
her wings lost.
Lost over \"troubled waters,\" she says.
Drenched is my shoulder,
from the soft flow of tears,
that carefully fall down her hands.
Her hands, a map of destiny.
Every wrinkle shows the age
of time and experience
that dresses my mood.
And i feel her body shudder,
feel her quiet whimpers giving into the detriment
this world can\'t help but cause.
She\'s so innocent,
she\'s so beautiful,
but she\'s so miserable.
The trigger, she has already pulled,
the fear, she screams for..
it peirces my eyes.
Drains me of an untouched ego and
Literature
Should've Gone to Specsavers
Last
night,
between words,
I asked you
to make me yours.
I don't think you noticed.
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I have absolutely no idea where this came from. It is probably the least cynical thing I have ever written, and at a time when I am feeling very disillusioned. How very strange.
I really quite like this one, I'd love to know what you thing.
I really quite like this one, I'd love to know what you thing.
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The tone is spot on here i think with a whimsical, child-like metaphor.
This is great stuff. (^_^)
This is great stuff. (^_^)