It may look a little old and pale
Antique memoirs are on sale
A basketful of paper hearts
Riddled by stupid Cupid’s darts
A bottle of tears cried at night
Poisonous words full of spite
Promises made with ignorant haste
Letters smothered in emotional waste
A gaze colder than the North Pole
A broken heart and a tattered soul
Torn photos and broken frames
Vicious lies and cruel mind games
In the hope that I may need it someday
I saved the clutter that I clear today
Hogging space and gathering grime
It all needles my harrowed mind
Take it all and go away
Take all the feelings blue and gray
Scatter it to the wind on a mountain high
Make me lighter as I prepare to fly
6 comments:
nice :)
like your style and your rhyme too..
-funnycide
I did it! I have read all your posts. Every one of them! And now for round two...
so i was wondering wat was ms. blur's first post like.. haila! tu senti bhi maarti hai beech beech mein :P
I've finished all your posts in these last few hours. (That's the compliment :)...)
Thanks!
Please let me know if you are continuing to blog elsewhere or intend to resume here. I would appreciate that.
I'm sorry, Arghonaut?
You were not supposed to read the arghonaut comment...it is a word I made up and...ok I am embarrased to admit this but, I forgot my login for the blog!!! So I was testing my login out here :)
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