The Locket

Do you see her,

Sitting there,

Filled with anger,

She doesn't belong anywhere,

 

Left in this broken land,

Torn to bits,

Making life seem so bland,

She just wants to call it quits,

She hates the reminder of the pain,

 

{The rain wound around my finger,

Like a remeberence string,

of the pain,

 

Something hidden in my pocket,

a special remberence,

a little locket.}

 

You promised me love,

But you broke it,

You broke me,

On that hill,

I buryed the locket,

under the tree,

 

{The rain wound around my finger,

Like a remeberence string,

of the pain,

 

Something hidden in my pocket,

a special remberence,

a little locket.}

 

How could such a small thing,

Cause so much pain,

Its made me collapse,

To my knees in the pouring rain,

I tried to hide my tears but,

 

{The rain wound around my finger,

Like a remeberence string,

of the pain,

 

Something hidden in my pocket,

a special remberence,

a little locket.}

 

I think of words,

I can not say,

I think the words,

I love the in this way,

 

{The rain wound around my finger,

Like a remeberence string,

of the pain,

 

Something hidden in my pocket,

a special remberence,

a little locket.}

Reviews

[Brandon Stewart]

This poem is very good, it's message comes across well, I like it :)