Twisted Tale

This was written about two years ago.

You're my sailboat on the sand

A butterfly with no wings

And when you try to touch my hand

My heart burns and stings

From the pain and grief you lend

So freely to my life

And when I finally start to mend

You soon inflict more strife

I hate you so, and yet I care

It's a twisted tale I weave

And I wonder if you'd maybe spare

Just a bit more sympathy

I try my best, I truly do

To be just what we need

But now I see this much is true

You've set your evil seed

Into my love, into my mind

Spoiling every part of me

But I'll still always long to find

Someone to set me free

Author's Note

Tell me what you think could be improved.

Reviews

[Sam]

Uh, yeah... when writing your author's note, you were joking when you asked if it needed to be improved right? This is a gem. If you alter it further, I would be disappointed. And my other reviews of your other works, (which I'm fairly certain I got in writing,) are garbage in comparison to this. Not this poem, or the other ones, the reviews. THIS review is garbage, sitting here trying to explain it so shabbily. What I'm trying to say is, if there is such thing as perfection, you are closer to touching it than most of the world, myself included. Actually, no, I shouldn't sell myself short like that. Ignore everything I just said. This is my review: Well done, I really liked it. A lot.

[Emma Grace Tennyson]

Hahaha! Thank...you? I need to read your things! I'm sure there are of equal or greater value. They must be judging by how much I enjoy your reviews, haha. Thank you. :)

[Why Nori]

"You're my sailboat on the sand" to put it simply brilliant

[Emma Grace Tennyson]

Thank you!!

[Trisha C.]

LOVE this. Sounds like something we have all been through at least once...

[Emma Grace Tennyson]

Thank you!