Category: Writers Block
Come now, let her sing for you and drive away all your sadness.
Let her healing hands and soothing voice return you to yourself.
Allow her boundless wisdom and prophetic words to calm your screaming mind.
Because she has no problems of her own that she battles with as she lays to sleep at night.
She has no heart of her own to try in vane to repair.
Use her as you randomly will to fill your passionless hours.
Cry to her and let her hold you and soon it will be all right.
Because she has nothing left to live for, not now that she’s alone.
And it’s what she’s preparing for anyway, so just tell yourself you’re right.
I watch her from a distance, too afraid to actually talk to her.
I read the pain and loneliness in her words as none of you ever can.
She’s screaming out for one of you to try and figure her out
but all she ever was to you was your own personal psychologist.
So come one, come all and get your advice from the baby psychologist because she’s more mature than nay of you will ever be.
Come lie to her and deceive her and drive that knife just a little bit deeper.
Because unlike you sorry bunch, I see the tears she dares not show you.
She’s falling again into that dream world she always loved, and not even the one who claims to love her will ever see it.
Beautiful get yourself an agent and quick! smile
i love it
I have a problem with this poem: the problem is not the poem, but in myself. It makes me think thoughts I never thought before, and it hurts a bit too.
In other words, fantastic.
Bob
actually, this isn't my poem, I can't write worth crap! A friend of mine from this site wrote this and she asked me to post it for her so I did. The credit goes to her. She says the replies made her happy though.