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Stole From Me
My life was once a flower
Innocent and clean.
I had danced with passion in the showers
Rain provided for me.
Then you came, lumbering, bumbling
Grinning carelessly.
I traded my freedom for you,
Abandoned the keys to my eternal lock.
My petals moved to reach the sunlight
That shone from inside you.
But that was not sunlight
You are toxic to me.
This lumbering, bumbling one
was the one that killed me.
So I wither alone,
No one else seems to see
This lumbering, bumbling one
Stole my soul from me.
Innocent and clean.
I had danced with passion in the showers
Rain provided for me.
Then you came, lumbering, bumbling
Grinning carelessly.
I traded my freedom for you,
Abandoned the keys to my eternal lock.
My petals moved to reach the sunlight
That shone from inside you.
But that was not sunlight
You are toxic to me.
This lumbering, bumbling one
was the one that killed me.
So I wither alone,
No one else seems to see
This lumbering, bumbling one
Stole my soul from me.
Published 15th Nov 2013
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15th Nov 2013 4:20pm
15th Nov 2013 7:13pm
welcome to DUP (for whatever that's worth)
a nice try, but way too loaded with 'self' preponderance.
nobody can steal anybody's 'soul'...
wee all don't even 'know' what our own 'soul' is, or does, or looks like.....SO,
our souls remain so dis'visible,
unknowable, that it's like
impossible to
steal one.........except, of course in the 'pop' realm of the rather contrived 'world' of vampire films, & illustrated novels.................
BUT I COULD BE WRONG !
a nice try, but way too loaded with 'self' preponderance.
nobody can steal anybody's 'soul'...
wee all don't even 'know' what our own 'soul' is, or does, or looks like.....SO,
our souls remain so dis'visible,
unknowable, that it's like
impossible to
steal one.........except, of course in the 'pop' realm of the rather contrived 'world' of vampire films, & illustrated novels.................
BUT I COULD BE WRONG !
18th Nov 2013 11:47pm
In this poem, I merely meant to express a heartbreak. Souls are not physical, so I know that they cannot be stolen literally. By 'steal my soul' I was trying to say we were one, but when he left, part of me left with him,almost unwillingly, thus meaning the term stolen.
19th Nov 2013 00:51am
19th Nov 2013 3:13am
First off ..,A warm welcome to Deep Underground.
This poem is very deep ,Thank you for sharing .!.
This poem is very deep ,Thank you for sharing .!.
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16th Dec 2013 12:12pm
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