Old photos and crinkled love letters

by The Poet Behind The Poems

Drops of the deepest emotion falls
from the window to my broken soul,
each drop stains the crinkled love letter
written from your deceiving heart, every word
like a blade tearing through my skin destroying
my protective shell, leaving my heart vulnerable
to the suffocation of your betrayal

Our memories on the wall surrounds me,
feeling claustrophobic im a prisoner of these still images
That traumatize my fragile mind day after day ,
i still feel you as close as the cold breeze
on the back of my neck ,Looking at the past
we shared together i remember the first time
i saw the sun come up in your eyes ,
it was the first time we took off our purity rings
this image will forever haunt my shattered heart

Yesterday can not be erased
but hopefully tomorrow
can still be written.

 

Submission date : 2012-02-23
Last edit : 2012-02-23

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Infinite Catastrophe aka Alisha ( F P C D ) at 2012-06-16

Love love love this!!! 5/5

LoneSome Dove ( F P C D ) at 2012-06-16

This was a terrifi piem. You held much emotion and it made it all the better!!!

Kitty Kurse ( F P C D ) at 2012-06-18

Absoulty amazing, its really sad and I loved it. I can really relate to this, I've been through these emotions before. Such emotion and its almost like i can read inbetween the lines.

Baby Rainbow ( F P C D ) at 2012-08-09

Drops of the deepest emotion falls
from the window to my broken soul,
each drop stains the crinkled love letter
written from your deceiving heart, every word
like a blade tearing through my skin destroying
my protective shell, leaving my heart vulnerable
to the suffocation of your betrayal

- wow, such a powerful start to the poem and gives the reader the exact emotion you are feeling and in such a strong way. The way you mention the blade cutting through your skin just shows how much pain you feel.
I also like the way you crinkled the love letter, implying that you have done this many a times before.

Our memories on the wall surrounds me,
feeling claustrophobic im a prisoner of these still images
That traumatize my fragile mind day after day ,
i still feel you as close as the cold breeze
on the back of my neck ,Looking at the past
we shared together i remember the first time
i saw the sun come up in your eyes ,
it was the first time we took off our purity rings
this image will forever haunt my shattered heart

- adored the idea of feeling claustrophibic because of all the memories around you, great idea and works really well. I get a sense of sadness in this part because you relate to earlier memories which sound peaceful and happy and so romantic when you mentionw atching the sun rising in their eyes. Beautiful.

Yesterday can not be erased
but hopefully tomorrow
can still be written.

- great ending, not just for the poem but also as a quote on its own. We do not know what the future holds and we can only hope for what we want and work towards it.

Great job.

Rusheena ( F P C D ) at 2013-03-21

Simple and candid. Very nice, Tony!



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