Wandering

[MortensensPoeta]

could you cut my throat
right now?
rip my heart out with your hand
let it bleed?

cause I can't take anymore
of these awkward silences
they cut through my smiles
like razors upon bare skin.

And it's not enough
Just to make up
Cause I still hold the scars
Inside my heart
Where it counts
The most.

Can't you tell me
When this hell
Will ever come to an end?
Cause my finger tips
Are bleeding to the bone
Playing these sad love songs.


Can't you see me tonight?
Do you want me to wait up for you?
Can I expect you for breakfast?
How long will this trip last?
Will I ever hold you once more?

Cause I cannot sleep
In our bed of roses
When I've become
The thorn in your side.

- Paris -

[bloodredtears]

wow...that's an amazing poem...i really liked it...it was very well expressed, and i was able to see the wounds in my mind...great job!

[Chaotic_Thetis]

Indeed, quite graphic, nicely written ^_^

[SilverEyes]

To me, the fourth and sixth stanzas stand out the most and are, by far, my favorite because of the raw emotion that is most evident there. Nice write.

[NeverMore]

from start to finish of this, I was captivated... just an awsome truthful work!

[Hunter]

could you cut my throat
right now?
rip my heart out with your hand
let it bleed?

Oh...

I love this.

[Mikepoet]

This was such a lonely poem. Quite well written.