Your touch so soft, you move so gentle, your eyes shine of beauty, your smile, make me happy. Those are only dreams, for what is real, is a nightmare. You make me cry, scream, hate, bleed, vomit. Will this never end? "God help me," My prayer bounce from wall to wall, more screams, hate, blood. "Why don't you die," 'bang, bang, bang,' blood drips from the wall. I close my eyes, in the middle of the night. Your touch so soft, you move so gentle, your eyes shine of beauty, your smile, make me happy. This time, I hope, it was real
I don't think this poem is good.. bleh! I just wanted to get a message out... People are tough, some aren't, but never will we ever really admit we want to be loved... Some children never get love from their parents, and that is so sad because it stays with them for the rest of their lives... I am fortunate to have love in my home... I need to shut up now :)
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Think you meant .. Your touch is soft .. and you move so gentle ..
Also .. My prayer bounce
from wall .. might be , My prayers bounce from wall to wall ..
your smile,
make me
happy. .. Maybe you meant .. Your smile makes me happy ?
I understand your words .. You just want REAL .. and happy ..
It is rather a good one! you seem to share a love=hate relationship with this person and have brought that out nicely through the poem.. Well done mate! :)