It has no name Some say it has eyes, inner piercing eyes Eyes that see beyond the words Seeing past the huge distorted nose Past those bits that you despise the most Seeking the real you
Others claim they’ve seen its soul Delicate, tender and faithful Forgiving those who hurt it most Freely giving without counting the cost Loving, the real you
They are those with tears on their cheeks Silently, they weep, drying tears that fail to dry They whisper with caution on their lips “We’ve seen it frozen."
"We’ve felt it break,” they cry When it’s hard, it’s ruthless - when it breaks, it hurts Hurting, the deeper you
Is there no cure, I ask "Time," the voices mumble, screaming and shouting “Silence!” says the angel Time heals but slowly it does The only cure is love It has a name The heart Finding, the real you
The heart (sigh!), the same heart the puts us though so many emotions, delightful, painful, makes us laugh, makes us cry. Even love hurts, more we feel, the more it pains
It has a good flow, moving up and down, up and down, pulling at the strings in our minds. Some good language is used. "We've seen it frozen, we've felt it break" and "Silently, they weep, drying tears that fail to dry" were great lines. Some of the parts I would have broken the lines up sooner, making them smaller, but that's just a personal taste. The poem is wonderful, nonetheless ^^
This is a great poem from any angle one chooses to approach it...the best I've read to date, though I haven't read them all so that may change lol...I'd say you nailed this one though.
Well, writing about myself is one of the few things I can't do. I love writing - I guess that's why I'm here. Nature comes second, or maybe not. I think I love nature more than writing--No, I love wri.. more..