Broken
Broken, beaten, torn apart
Where does one thing end and another start
Blacks and blues the new set hues
Turns and twists end with a fist
Blood be brought, love be sought
The pain so hard to bear
And happiness so hard to wear
Tears still fall night by night
Brimming the eyes with no sight
Bring me up or tear me down
I’m still me, I will not drown
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Victoria B.
I like your poem because of the way that it relates love to "brimming the eyes with no sight." Many people can relate to this. Sometimes we are blinded by love and we are not seeing what we should be seeing. This is great. I loved this poem.
ccballi
"I'm still me, I will not drown"
I love how simply put this is. It is hard to feel like ourselves sometimes when things go wrong in love, but we always make it back.
ccballi
"I'm still me, I will not drown"
I love how simply put this is. It is hard to feel like ourselves sometimes when things go wrong in love, but we always make it back.
jnai931
Beautiful Poem !!
megatron_08
Great poem. It is interesting how love has the power to either build you up or tear you down.