Nov 05 2011
Massacre of Paper hearts
I killed a man once,
With a toothpick and a stone.
I popped his bloated ego,
And smashed his fragile state of mind.
Hes still breathing,
But hes definitly not living.
I hope his lessons learnt,
Cos my love is irreplaceable
But you cannot die from a broken heart,
Its the loneliness that will kill ya.
…………….I wish I knew that from the start.
I’ll keep myself destracted,
By pushing down skyscrapers,
And crushing castles made of sand
Untill the day comes
When a brave soilder will arrive,
Armmed with bandaids
and enough embraces to drown in,
To fix my fractured organ.
I have faith it will beat again.
Nice one, but to many spelling errors. :0
… “To”
Great comment, dude. Really.
lol. thanks? I’m pretty sure there is only one major error thought (: please don’t le that distract you from the poem itself (: everyone makes mistakes. 😀
Aww…
nice poem you got there men!!
keep up the good job! 😀
lovely poem, i absolutely LOVE that title, catchy, unique, just brilliant!