Walls

Though your frame is warn.

and your walls are torn.

I see something amidst where your cracks break.

I can fix your heart with the slight change of my breath.

and your build does not change.

Though its fixture swells 

to what your happiness means to say.

Find that you patch cracks with broken patches.

Though each pattern leads off into another, 

To hold a room that has nothing to say, 

but what you see.

Reviews

[M. L. F.]

I like this one too. It is vague enough to allow for interpretations.. but I feel the author's sense of heaviness. A sense of senseless spinning.... the same actions over and over again... yielding the same results... and the author's frustration in said cycle... perhaps.. A...sense of guilt..

Sorry... just my interpretation perhaps. Either way... nice message between the lines..

..Misty

[gypsynight]

sorry on the late reply! I am glad you enjoyed it, you are actually spot on.

[M. L. F.]

Muahaha! ;) excellent! :) It was great!

[Lovecraft]

This poem is actually quite good in my opinion. Metaphorical Love poetry can be great. Though I would have added a slightly darker theme regarding the tragic love story. Also great title.

Otherwise, well done miss gypsy.

[gypsynight]

Why thank you!

[Lovecraft]

No problem. And I usually don't care for insipid love poetry, but this was good. It seems to have a slightly dark tinge to it.