Post by stupidxgirl on May 20, 2006 14:32:34 GMT -6
a/n: I don't really write "dark" poetry in my opinion. But, I wanted to, simply because it was there and I haven't posted in this section yet. That just annnoys me. So here is my attempted poetry with a darker twist...It didn't work too well, it's still just a weird, sad love poem really. It may not make since to people, and I am sorry for that, just make your own ideas of what it means I guess LoL.
I could feel you slipping away
and those silver angels twisting my insides
setting my heart off
into a blazing ball of energy
you wanted nothing to do with anymore.
You were there to watch
my eyes turn to rust
and my fingers turn to dust
before I had the chance to touch you.
and it's just not fair that you cradle my corpse
more then you cradled my lively flesh.
Does the sun make my skin sparkle
like it did when I could breathe in your air,
I can't see how my make-up looks
behind these dead eyes
am I still beautiful enough to fuck-
love?
You bought me this dress
that brought out this mess
of a little girl inside of me,
spinning out of control
and it wrapped around my legs
while you wrapped around my neck
what an amazing show of affection
or was it god that choked my bones?
Blame it all on the highest of highs
and the middle of the track
you set me off
into a blazing ball of energy.
And those silver angels moving like
bullets, tearing apart the limbs,
didn't even bother to get to know me
in my vulnerability-
I was innocent once,
now I'm just a sleeper.
And I can feel it slipping away.
I could feel you slipping away
and those silver angels twisting my insides
setting my heart off
into a blazing ball of energy
you wanted nothing to do with anymore.
You were there to watch
my eyes turn to rust
and my fingers turn to dust
before I had the chance to touch you.
and it's just not fair that you cradle my corpse
more then you cradled my lively flesh.
Does the sun make my skin sparkle
like it did when I could breathe in your air,
I can't see how my make-up looks
behind these dead eyes
am I still beautiful enough to fuck-
love?
You bought me this dress
that brought out this mess
of a little girl inside of me,
spinning out of control
and it wrapped around my legs
while you wrapped around my neck
what an amazing show of affection
or was it god that choked my bones?
Blame it all on the highest of highs
and the middle of the track
you set me off
into a blazing ball of energy.
And those silver angels moving like
bullets, tearing apart the limbs,
didn't even bother to get to know me
in my vulnerability-
I was innocent once,
now I'm just a sleeper.
And I can feel it slipping away.