The pain..though gone...
My heart still yearns
for the one who hurt me so.
Seems a lifetime away
since we said our goodbyes
Should have known better?
Yes... I know....
But love falls upon those
unexpectant...
No warning is given perchance
creeping up like a thief in
the still of the night
breaking into our hearts
in an instance...
Without any insight
you've stolen my heart..
and now I have nothing to give.
emptiness remains
a great big black hole
yet I still have a life to live.
emptiness re fills with time
and distance...
the hole mends a little each day
but my heart still yearns
for the one who took it
so cruelly that day....
The music of language, intricate rhyme schemes, elegant phrases, vivid images - the art of poetry is enough to inspire many to write it. Poetry is the practice of creating artworks using language. What could be a better way than discovering the music inside yourself than Poetry? Words are the soul of any rythm, any sort of music.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Breaking In...
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