another poem from quizilla.com
Take a look all around
And see the red on the ground
See that big lump of a mess?
I ripped that thing right out of my chest.
I dug my fingers in so deep
And then I started to cry and started to weep.
I felt the blood run over my hand
But still I dug to meet my demand.
My fingers clasped around something very cold
Then I tightened up and grabbed a hold.
I squeezed my eyes shut and then my fist
No need to be afraid, I didn’t resist.
With no hesitation and with no doubt
I yanked on it and pulled it out.
I opened my fist and then my eyes
And looked down at this surprise.
This awful mess was my heart?
It looked so shriveled and torn apart.
The color was not red, but it was black
And I knew that I could never take it back.
I threw it away from me as hard as I could
Then let out a sigh and then I stood.
I went to turn around and walk away
But something told me to stop and stay.
I saw a movement in the shadows, what could it be?
But then you walked to the light and walked towards me.
You walked up to that flesh that was torn apart
Then you slowly started to rebuild my heart.
You caressed it and loved it and it made me sick
To think that maybe this was all a trick.
But no, you stayed, and put it back together
Then you kissed my lips and said “All better”.
Then gently you placed it back to its rightful place
Any marks or cuts? None. Not a trace.
Slowly you slip your hand into mine
And then I knew everything would be fine.
Maybe my heart isn’t like it was before
But at least now it doesn’t hurt anymore.
 fellofetalfriends · Mon May 18, 2009 @ 10:19pm · 0 Comments |
