A broken heart near Devil’s River
Written by WritingSugar
Bluebonnets blowing across the forlorn Devil river
My feet sluggishly slapping its shallow end
The brightness of the sun competing with my smile
Underneath my smile are clouds darker than Carina Nebula
Underneath my smile, pain is slowly larking around
The corner of my lips, gradually turning downwards
The pieces of my heart tumbling like an ending tune of
Mozart’s No.16 at its best resonance
My head shaking back and forth, fighting the tears
Descending its way down my soft red cheeks
Told myself I would be strong, I would be stronger
But somehow my heart is more fragile than the pool of water
Reflecting my scared inner thoughts and dreams
Told myself I would be strong, I would be stronger
Every word that you said replays itself a in backward
Birth of achiness and tightness around my soul
So now I’m at lost for every move I make is a step
Closer to heartache
At the moment heartache is a better friend than
The embarrassment and conclusion that love doesn’t
Always love you back.
This post has 2 comments
April 24th, 2009
Sugar, that was very sad but well expressed.
“At the moment heartache is a better friend than the embarrassment and conclusion that love doesn’t always love you back.”
I’ve been away from the board in the past week but have been talking about similar ideas on other boards. We sometimes find comfort in our anger, our heartache, etc. We are usually RIGHT to be outraged, angry, etc, so why shouldn’t that bring us comfort?
Anyways, I liked this poem a lot!
May 1st, 2009
I agree…. but in the end, we have to let it go and move on, be stronger. This poem is about what you said, swelling in your pain and heartache or chasing a substitution for the way you truly feel.