A new poem I wrote.
My writing kind of sucks.
But I really do enjoy writing poetry.
Enjoy. Please comment.
"Home"
Hollow as it beats it's many shallow beats,
Shallow as blood pumps to my empty veins,
Empty, empty because there is no love..
Hollow, shallow and empty heart
Oh what have I become?
No longer exploding with love,
Nor warm and glowing with affection
It hurt my heart so,
When you left.
No tender kisses to get the heart racing,
Not able to hold me in your gentle embrace,
Without this.. no heart may beat
as quickly as it may.
No comfort or resolve for this lonely heart,
Please, come home.
You did not steal my heart,
It dangles delicately
By hundreds of strings.
I am your slave.. your puppet of love,
This I do not mind
But please, come on home.
Enduring the torture
Is sometimes too hard to handle,
I feel a delicate string may break,
But I try to hold on,
Repair my heart, and come home.
My heart could sing 1,000 murderous songs,
I could scream at the top of my lungs,
And my sound still may not reach.
Not any amount of words can express
How I long for you,
But please come home soon and fix this heart.
Make the pain go away,
Come home.
My writing kind of sucks.
But I really do enjoy writing poetry.
Enjoy. Please comment.
"Home"
Hollow as it beats it's many shallow beats,
Shallow as blood pumps to my empty veins,
Empty, empty because there is no love..
Hollow, shallow and empty heart
Oh what have I become?
No longer exploding with love,
Nor warm and glowing with affection
It hurt my heart so,
When you left.
No tender kisses to get the heart racing,
Not able to hold me in your gentle embrace,
Without this.. no heart may beat
as quickly as it may.
No comfort or resolve for this lonely heart,
Please, come home.
You did not steal my heart,
It dangles delicately
By hundreds of strings.
I am your slave.. your puppet of love,
This I do not mind
But please, come on home.
Enduring the torture
Is sometimes too hard to handle,
I feel a delicate string may break,
But I try to hold on,
Repair my heart, and come home.
My heart could sing 1,000 murderous songs,
I could scream at the top of my lungs,
And my sound still may not reach.
Not any amount of words can express
How I long for you,
But please come home soon and fix this heart.
Make the pain go away,
Come home.
