Category: Writers Block
Trust is broken.
The pain blows out the windows of your soul.
Your heart lays still on the floor of belief.
Truths flow like a river down your cheeks,
as your painted the color of fools.
You try to hide in your shadow and hope that nobody sees,
the pain is so great that even your shadow weeps.
Wish you could of seen it, wished you could of heard it's voice before it came to crush you beneath it's steely skin.
The cold and bitter truth, that love like a chameleon, hid within and made the lies a pretty shade, more palatable to chew.
Now there you sit drinking them down with your tears.
There you sit naked, striped of all, no walls, no warmth,
just you and the truth.
Wo that's deep. Did you write that about something that happened to you personally?
OMG, maria. pardon me ... but that is very, unexpectedly profound! I have to go back and read it again. Wow. Did something happen to you to make you write it?
-- Allie
Yeah I was hurt like that by some one I cared very much for a long time ago. Was thinking what that felt like and this was born. Was thinking how love changes many things. black can be an ominous color or description used in the right way. However add a little love and it becomes ebony, much more beautiful sounding. know what I mean? smile.
I sure do know what you mean. It's all in the way you perceive things.
I really like your writing. You oughta post more and more of it.
she has posted many in this board, perhaps doing a gander for more you would find them.
smiles.
you would find more, if you go down and down, wait Im repeating msyelf. as for a comment I'm still going threw the strands, images and more in my head, thus at this time, I have no direct comment except that I really like it.
wow maria, that was very beautiful. smile!