The flow of gold

Some girl. Shame once more.

Rain softly pattered on the over-hang above us.
And so you drew closer, stealing away the heat that emated from my body,
like the love you forced me to generate.
But you never had to force,
For I was a loyal worker,
Who churned forth the product of you're own survival.

I was your lifeline.

I was the one you could place your shivering arms around.
Because you knew,
I would keep you warm with the love you forced me to create.

Because I was your lifeline,
Through me,
You could shine.
Because I was the dummy you could show to your friends.
Unfeeling,
Unknowing,
And if they smiled,
You smiled,
And you would love me again.
And so I worked for you, so you would love me.

But I failed you.
I was clown when you shown me around.
They laughed,
You laughed,
But your face never showed your soul.
Because your human.
And when they didn't approve,
You stopped working,
Stopped generating the love I needed to survive.

Because I was your lifeline,
Through me,
You could shine.
Because I was the dummy you could show to your friends.
Unfeeling,
Unknowing,
And if they smiled,
You smiled,
And you would love me again.
And so I worked for you, so you would love me.

And yet,
I continued to work,
Generating that precious feeling you had grown addicted to.
It became your poison,
And your downfall,
Because you grew love for someone else,
Someone who generated love for you.
The golden venom flowed from two decrepit sources,
And you cherished every sip.
Savored every sinful lick.
And you never forced me to stop.
And yet,
Through it all,
I still generated that feeling...

Because we were your lifeline,
Through us,
You could shine.
Because he wasn't the dummy you could show to your friends.
All powerful,
All knowing,
And if they smiled,
You smiled,
And you would love him again.
And so we worked for you, so you would love us.

 

Reviews

[The Turnip]

First off, I'm hardly a fan of poetry. I'm not very good at making it and I'm even worse at reviewing it.
But, from what I understand, poems do not generally have whole repeating segments.
Was this intended to be a song perhaps - some lyrics?
Although, i did like,
"Rain softly pattered on the over-hang above us.
And so you drew closer, stealing away the heat that emated from my body,
like the love you forced me to generate."

It creates a solid foundation for whats going on and sets a very good mood for what is to come.
Although I don't know that emated is a word.
Perhaps you had intended to say radiated?
or emitted ?
spread?

As a quick note, read a bit of e.e. cummings or Alan Ginsberg or maybe even T.S. Elliot. He did when a Nobel prize for his poetry, maybe someone to look to.

Anywho, Love ya.
Charlie