![]() Better Luck Next TimeA Poem by sivanSlow burning, Bruising me subtly, Exhausting my last bit of strength To try and win you back But the race is over and Today was not my day. Holding onto tiny pieces Of insignificant artifacts- Your relation. Hands raised receiving applause, not my own And I am the fool. The night draws closer Perhaps my dreams will be on my side but Today was not my day. The silence you are emitting Seems to be screaming Undertones of regret Yet I am the accused And the serpent seems More inviting than the angel Today was just not my day. The scars hold stories of old wounds Perhaps revealing What you are about to give up That so much time spent in creation Should amount to so little in destruction- Today was not my day. The winds are howling up a street of beggars Freezing my heart to stone Tomorrow I need a miracle Because time is running out and Today was just not my day. © 2011 sivan |
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5 Reviews Added on October 17, 2011 Last Updated on October 17, 2011 Author![]() sivanDurban, South AfricaAboutI am a student of computer engineering... very technical yes but i like to get lost in the creativity of poetry and writing. Im an out and proud lesbian and if anyone doesn't like that well then that .. more..Writing
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