" To understand just one life, you have to swallow the world." Well i wont open the doors nor the windows to my world, but I'm ready to allow peep-holes!

Saturday, June 16, 2007

A Broken Heart

From a broken heart tears dont flow,
it just turns into an un-heeling sore,
bleeding more inside
than the deep red that shows on its outside.

It lives on its own
lonely and alone.

It rescues itself from finales' which would kill the sore-
from pitfalls of love which had once healed craters of tired souls,
only to turn into a automated retired core.

5 comments:

Dream Catcher said...

i guess i ave found something..m jst right now reverberating with each line here...

its so like me..

PoisOn CoAtEd ELiXir said...

i dont know whether i should be happy or sad about the fact that u can connect with my poem.

Dream catcher said...

u shd not feel anything about it :)

its jst my reprise

indicaspecies said...

Beautiful poem here. Others are good too.
Lovely blog:)

PoisOn CoAtEd ELiXir said...

indicaspecies:
Its always a pleasure to get compliments for what we write.
thank you for taking out time to acknowledge what i do.
hope to see you more.
:)