A Story Of Love (shows, songs)

sleepy jack · 02-10-2007, 07:08 PM

I don't know what I think about it.

A Story Of Love

And her heart breaks like a seed through the dirt,
As the steady ticking in her head begins to increase,
To the point where she can't even sleep,
So she stays awake every night,
Laying in her bed the sheets strangling her
While outside in the moonlight,
Love begins to gain life.

(And every day shows its not the same anymore,
But we pretend everything is as it was before.)

You use to tell her how beautiful she was,
While combing through her hair,
Subtle movements a prelude to love,
You'd sing little songs to her
Silly lullabies to your favorite lies,
How you were just a schoolboy
When you first fell for her,
All those days chasing her around
On that elementary playground,
Were your way of showing your love.

It wasn't any surprise when you'd be strung out on the couch,
With cloudy eyes she'd place a blanket over your precious head,
Like a sheet over someone dead
your mind flying through the sky,
And when you'd wake she'd hide from you,
But you'd be high enough you'd give her a ride,
To remind her shes still alive,
You'd chase her around that domestic playground,
It was just your way of showing your love.

So on a dead august night,
You flew south with the blackbirds,
A darkness in the sky, a shadow against a black canvas,
And you tore her life apart,
Oh how she panicked when she saw you fly,
But you broke her wings and kept her chained to the ground,
And she loves you still its obvious with every word,
But shes just a butterfly lusting for a familiar fold.

But its not really like you're that far gone,
I can still hear the breaking of a bottle,
The timbre of your rough voice,
And I see yours eyes in mine every morning,
But I guess thats just the mark of a ghost.

(And every day it shows its not the same anymore,
But we pretend everything is as it was before.)

Stu · 02-10-2007, 08:35 PM

these are my favourite types of poem, forget the 'emo' criticisms, poems that are closer to the heart are always the best, and this is a very good piece. good job.

Kevorkian Logic · 02-11-2007, 12:37 PM

You flew south with the blackbirds

nice line.

Loser · 02-11-2007, 03:24 PM

Amazing, this is really good compared to the other pieces you wrote before.

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02-10-2007, 07:08 PM
sleepy jack dance music Join Date: Nov 2004 Posts: 17,763	A Story Of Love I don't know what I think about it. A Story Of Love And her heart breaks like a seed through the dirt, As the steady ticking in her head begins to increase, To the point where she can't even sleep, So she stays awake every night, Laying in her bed the sheets strangling her While outside in the moonlight, Love begins to gain life. (And every day shows its not the same anymore, But we pretend everything is as it was before.) You use to tell her how beautiful she was, While combing through her hair, Subtle movements a prelude to love, You'd sing little songs to her Silly lullabies to your favorite lies, How you were just a schoolboy When you first fell for her, All those days chasing her around On that elementary playground, Were your way of showing your love. It wasn't any surprise when you'd be strung out on the couch, With cloudy eyes she'd place a blanket over your precious head, Like a sheet over someone dead your mind flying through the sky, And when you'd wake she'd hide from you, But you'd be high enough you'd give her a ride, To remind her shes still alive, You'd chase her around that domestic playground, It was just your way of showing your love. So on a dead august night, You flew south with the blackbirds, A darkness in the sky, a shadow against a black canvas, And you tore her life apart, Oh how she panicked when she saw you fly, But you broke her wings and kept her chained to the ground, And she loves you still its obvious with every word, But shes just a butterfly lusting for a familiar fold. But its not really like you're that far gone, I can still hear the breaking of a bottle, The timbre of your rough voice, And I see yours eyes in mine every morning, But I guess thats just the mark of a ghost. (And every day it shows its not the same anymore, But we pretend everything is as it was before.) __________________ I dyed my hair in a motel void met the coroner at the Dreamgate Frontier, He took my hand said I'll help you boy if you really want to disappear.

02-10-2007, 08:35 PM
Stu Music Addict Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: London, England Posts: 3,168	these are my favourite types of poem, forget the 'emo' criticisms, poems that are closer to the heart are always the best, and this is a very good piece. good job.

02-11-2007, 12:37 PM
Kevorkian Logic pikajew Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: North Carolina Posts: 986	You flew south with the blackbirds nice line. __________________ She was laughing like crazy at the trouble I'm in Her light eyes were dancing she is insane Schizophrenia is taking me home

02-11-2007, 03:24 PM
Loser The Professor Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: New York City Posts: 1,138	Amazing, this is really good compared to the other pieces you wrote before. __________________ "It's just so fuckin' weird. You write about this shit, and you're suddenly the spokesman for a fuckin' generation,...... Any generation that would pick Kurt or me as its spokesman -- that must be a pretty fucked up generation, don't you think?"