Okay, honestly, EFF YOU, LIVEJOURNAL. It didn't work two days ago, and when I tried to write this damn poem, there was an error and it deleted it. Piece of frigging shit. Don't know if I've been that mad before. Anyway.
Here is a poem, which is currently untitled.
There are always friends
and starshine
to help you feel whole again.
at least for a little while.
But there's stil darkness
shrouding my heart.
Loneliness.
Nothing looks the same any more.
Everything seems fragile and weak.
Especially people.
It doesn't take much,
to break a heart.
Or maybe it does.
Just have to shatter
the right spot.
Sometimes it feels like
these wounds will never heal.
They burn sometimes,
when the loneliness comes
creeping out of the night.
Searching the darkness
in the depths of a heart,
for strength.
Fumbling, and finally grasping
something solid.
It's a hand, pulling you up.
I don't know if I like the ending or not....Feel free to comment. If you don't have a LJ account, you can still comment. Just sign your name, :P
Here is a poem, which is currently untitled.
There are always friends
and starshine
to help you feel whole again.
at least for a little while.
But there's stil darkness
shrouding my heart.
Loneliness.
Nothing looks the same any more.
Everything seems fragile and weak.
Especially people.
It doesn't take much,
to break a heart.
Or maybe it does.
Just have to shatter
the right spot.
Sometimes it feels like
these wounds will never heal.
They burn sometimes,
when the loneliness comes
creeping out of the night.
Searching the darkness
in the depths of a heart,
for strength.
Fumbling, and finally grasping
something solid.
It's a hand, pulling you up.
I don't know if I like the ending or not....Feel free to comment. If you don't have a LJ account, you can still comment. Just sign your name, :P