CanvasA Poem by A Man's WorldInspired by the one who thinks I am a Blank Canvas
Reading your words felt like...
Bullets from a semi-automatic piercing pain in my heart. Maybe I shouldn't have assumed it was for me but... our reconnection that just passed made it inevitable you learned your lesson before no need to open a closed door... Then I create the hidden feelings that you'll never see A man protecting his heart, his dreams from the harshness of reality. Refusal to open my door to pain I do not need my past recreated frustrated because I live in a world where love is conditional if I do this, maybe I'll get a little of your time a little of your mind, for a little of my rhyme and you're assumption that I need saving... What, the, hell... I just need someone who is real, who will listen to the story I have to tell. But, you're not up for that challenge my time, is not worthy of your salvation my potential, is not worthy of your attention my love... what love? You've already made your decision. And in the end, I see a man cold, closed exterior, hating love with passion no color to his soul that resembles Arctic tundras that disappears in snow drifts and you no longer have to wonder...
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StatsAuthorA Man's WorldPittsburgh, PAAboutI've always used poetry as an emotional outlet because I'm not good with verbal emotional expression. more..Writing
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