I left my heart upon the door,
for everyone to see.
They pulled and tugged my sweet heart raw,
they left it there to bleed.
I left my heart hung with the coats,
so they would know it's there.
But they grabbed their hats and wandered home,
now how could that be fair?
I left my heart tied round my grave;
it's brighter than the sun.
I left my heart for someone brave,
so we could be as one.
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WHOA!! I LOVE THIS!
Girl! This poem is amazing. Now I envy you!! I wish this was written by me!
I love the way it rhymes, even the half rhymes are so effortless.
This is not fair! This poem should be longer.
Once again, I LOVE THIS!
It is beautiful how you made your heart do things that coats do. You see, making such a intense object do mundane tasks is attractive.
Cheers!
Alex Blackwell.
Why, hello there! I just stumbled upon this poem and I love it. The way you worded it, just made it so real. I love this. Like yes, people will hurt you and tear you apart, that is why most people do not really like to "fall in love so easily". Me, I don't mind, nothing really scares me and it is all in the human experience. But yeah. This poem was really good and your word choice was wonderful. And I liked the rhythm and the rhyme scheme. Overall great job and I hope you have a lovely day!!!
"Ten outta ten. Ten outta ten. Hundred outta hundred. Best game. Best game." - Jon "Jontron" Jafari, Takeshi's Challenge.
This poem is basically a summarized version of what I literally have just spent 2 hours working on nonstop. It's a beautifully structured way of telling people that fakeness and unoriginality (please note that I coined both of those) are bad qualities that aren't worth it in the long run. However, I begs the question: How can one write something so beautiful and with such a powerful message...in a society where that message is drowned out faster than wartime protesters?
I and several people have preached on and on about how we're all becoming victims to unoriginality and fakeness for the sake of looking cool in front of random people we try to call "friends". I myself am finding it hard to resist becoming cliche and trendy- even if only temporary so I don't get bullied in school(something I've learned to tolerate, though I don't want and shouldn't have to), and have looked to writing as a way to sort of convey the way I am into recordable (another one. eat it, red lines!) words that I can read whenever I feel depressed and ranty (red lines take another L!).
Thank you for helping me alleviate some of the stress that I had that's kept me up and without food for roughly 3 hours. You really helped me out with this, and it wouldn't be a shame to check out my two writings on the same subject and lecture me on my unnecessary longevity. Keep doing what you do!
Thank you for reading!