Ssshh don't tell them..

Ssshh don't tell them..

A Poem by FaithfullyJennyBear

broken hearts and lonely souls
now you look, low and behold
lonely souls find broken hearts
make them whole like pretty art
boy meets girl or boy meets boy
girl meets girl and causes the joy
people meet their loves of lives
and make that world a happy size
make the partner happy, not crying
they don't know that you are dying
they do things you swore you wouldnt
loving them? you knew you couldn't...
They don't care about your feelings
crawl aware and say you're healing
cutting through the pain of hoping
bloods drips down, you say you're coping..
They don't know just how you feel
sometimes they don't know you're real
but just when they need you most
they will come and call you the host
ask for what they want from you
then run away, no comforting you
do whatever they do best
think they're better than the rest
soon they'll come back to ask for more
they will find you on the floor
in a pool of your own blood...
 
 
 
You knew they never understood.

© 2012 FaithfullyJennyBear


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Brill...luv the rhyme and meter. Excellent! :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


FaithfullyJennyBear

10 Years Ago

why thankyou (:
Overloaded with awesome.

Posted 12 Years Ago


You went in many directions in this poem. We learn many things in the emotion of love. It will test our body and spirit. If we are lucky. We become wiser and kinder. When we learn all pain and pleasure is returned. We become more careful. Thank you for the excellent poem. I did like the ending.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


a bit dark but awsome

Posted 12 Years Ago



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FaithfullyJennyBear

England, North east , United Kingdom



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I'm Jenny, I'm 18, and my mind is made for poetry, it's how I think, it's how I get my feelings out, It's how I'm heard, may not always be good but it's how I feel inside :) I've also had every colou.. more..

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