A Metaphor Called LoveA Poem by Alisa_the_fluff_ballI tried to make everything in this poem a metaphor for something in my life. If you can figure them all out.....then you're really smart, and I might just have to give you a cyber cookie! ^_^Hearts fall from skies at predestined velocities, And smash into the cruel earth below.
Blood gathers in tiny droplets, Like fresh morning dew on my skin.
Effortless lies will replace the truth of pain, And a harmless smile will stay.
Distractions must occupy my mind, Or else the dark abyss will take me to its depths.
Alone on a deserted hospital bed, Hope will die slowly and assuredly.
Sitting in my head is where my days are spent, Yelling for eternity at a deaf companion.
A clipboard analysis of everything gone wrong, Will only make things worse inside.
I'm giving up singing songs of happiness, When it will never lead to my own.
The dead cannot warn you of ordeals ahead, But the living can prove the worth of risk.
Falling in Love was not my idea, For Love is just another metaphor flowing from human nature to pen. © 2009 Alisa_the_fluff_ballAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on October 6, 2009 Last Updated on October 8, 2009 AuthorAlisa_the_fluff_ballOw. My life. It hurts.AboutHello all! My name is Alisa. I live to sing and to write. I am bisexual, if you have a problem with that, then please save us all the trouble and navigate away from this page. My style changes daily, .. more..Writing
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