This is why
i don't belive
in love stories anymore.
Her tears are dropping
on the crisp burnt ground
the scars on her wrists
tell only of what she hoped for
her now empty stare
she is turely lost.
This is why
Love is what destroys us
when he was lost in the fire
all hope for her was gone
and why?
For a never ending void
a empty space in her heart.
This once touched corner
I could never fill.
Which no one will ever fill.
Except him.
You ask me again.
Why i do not belive
in love stories.
It is not that i don't.
It's that i can't.
For if love stories were real.
Then maybe.
One of us could be happy.
Comments
Beeme | January 4, 2010 - 20:19
I really enjoyed the honesty in the poem and the hope at the end, 'if love storied were real, then maybe, one of us could be happy'. It's a touching poem, with three tiny typos 'donot','storied' and 'wht'. I hope you don't mind me pointing them out, great work.
Beeme x
Shackford | January 5, 2010 - 17:29
Thank you and no i'd rather have somone point out my typo's Not having a working version of Microsoft Word makes spell checking rather difficult. I'm glad you enjoyed it along with the other peice of my work you commented on.
Luke