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Shrapnel Love Letter Bomb Version 2
I opened my valentine card love-letter bomb
Where I was penetrated by your shrapnel caress
Stabbed by the bleeding explosion grafted to my nervous system
In between my skin and your own which we shared
Under a moonlight sonata in my brain
A beating lump breaks through the seams
Of my chest followed by the slithered entrails
Of a once live heart now spilling down the drain
Feeding the lovelorn vampires who have gone insane
Out in the rain I couldn't speak
I took away my everything
No matter what I tried to say, you slipped away
Spring time is gone, it's turned it's back on everything
My best laid plans slipped away
When you ran away
So there we were out in the rain with your harsh hot words
They kept you warm, despite what little was worn
You gave back the old winter coat of mine, which you loved
It was torn and worn and you said staring straight through me
"I'm sorry, but I just don't feel you anymore."
You spoke oh so delicately, the words you were ashamed to say
"Should have told me the stars,the wind, the rain was how you felt for me."
It wouldn't do justice, it's light years beyond that
I tried to show you these great things but I was ignored
Out in the rain I couldn't speak
I took away my everything
No matter what I tried to say, you slipped away
Spring time is gone, it's turned it's back on everything
My best laid plans slipped away
When you ran away
The limelight is fading now which puts an end
To this cookie cutter friendship which lead astray
To a vodka loving muse whose dear friend
Is rotting as her creative ashtray
Reminiscing of gilded memories as she fades to gray
But perhaps I never loved you that way
But was so enthralled by the very idea of you
And the imagination which breathed new life
How could I know for sure with my chance denied?
Where I was penetrated by your shrapnel caress
Stabbed by the bleeding explosion grafted to my nervous system
In between my skin and your own which we shared
Under a moonlight sonata in my brain
A beating lump breaks through the seams
Of my chest followed by the slithered entrails
Of a once live heart now spilling down the drain
Feeding the lovelorn vampires who have gone insane
Out in the rain I couldn't speak
I took away my everything
No matter what I tried to say, you slipped away
Spring time is gone, it's turned it's back on everything
My best laid plans slipped away
When you ran away
So there we were out in the rain with your harsh hot words
They kept you warm, despite what little was worn
You gave back the old winter coat of mine, which you loved
It was torn and worn and you said staring straight through me
"I'm sorry, but I just don't feel you anymore."
You spoke oh so delicately, the words you were ashamed to say
"Should have told me the stars,the wind, the rain was how you felt for me."
It wouldn't do justice, it's light years beyond that
I tried to show you these great things but I was ignored
Out in the rain I couldn't speak
I took away my everything
No matter what I tried to say, you slipped away
Spring time is gone, it's turned it's back on everything
My best laid plans slipped away
When you ran away
The limelight is fading now which puts an end
To this cookie cutter friendship which lead astray
To a vodka loving muse whose dear friend
Is rotting as her creative ashtray
Reminiscing of gilded memories as she fades to gray
But perhaps I never loved you that way
But was so enthralled by the very idea of you
And the imagination which breathed new life
How could I know for sure with my chance denied?
Published 5th Jan 2011
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nice little stab there possibly?
i like the story behind this, for some reason it gave me a feeling of going backwards chronologically, although it wasn't told that way...interesting, and probably just me. i'm glad he came to senses at the end. sad, but very enjoyable read. [:
i like the story behind this, for some reason it gave me a feeling of going backwards chronologically, although it wasn't told that way...interesting, and probably just me. i'm glad he came to senses at the end. sad, but very enjoyable read. [:
19th Jan 2011 10:18pm
Thank you for your comment. Actually the line "what little was worn" wasn't intended as a stab at all for the most part. It was more an attempt in continuity. I wrote this poem sort of as a response to the lyrics of a song a friend of mine wrote. She was telling her story from the perspective of the girl. This was her experience to some extent I believe. My poem was written in the view of the man. Also I added a few of my own experiences to the poem just as she did with hers.
Thank you for your input.
