Cry baby, cry baby
I'm a cry baby on the run
my shrills struck her hard
but she killed the baby in me with a gun
Rubbish, rubbish
everything in me is rubbish, she said
my words knocked on her heart
but she cut my heart with a steely blade
Dead, dead
I'm a dead on the prowl
instead of resurrecting the dead in me
she spite venom on my soul
Mirror, mirror
you are a mirror, she had told
then accusing me of self pity
she fled, leaving me in the cold
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the opening is awesome :)
Amazing. I am going to run out of words to describe the opening stanzas.
Seems likes there has been a certain someone who has got in touch with a very sensitive person. The possessiveness and feeble mind of the sensitive person has become a constant irritant to the stronger individual, and she had to leave the sensitive high and dry. Sounds crazy? This is what I felt.
@Vittaldas Prabhu: You are bang on target, my friend!!!.... keep walking!!!
Hard hitting, this one..
btw, how did u find my blog... just curious... and yeah thank for the kind words
just posted something new
and yeah,... blogrolling u :)
amit-dont know if the poem was about you... but it is very reminiscent of something that happened to a close friend of mine... sensitive ppl dont have it easy in this world, do they?
new poem on Rivers... come n see...
the OUCH of this tale is so well told!
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