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Never Broken, Until Your Try And Fix It

by BipolarUnicorn 1 review

A poem and an update on stuff.

Category: Poetry - Rating: G - Genres:  - Published: 2013-04-14 - Updated: 2013-04-14 - 434 words

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A message craved into the wood of the trees,
Scars laid out on my skin.
Sewn to the cashmere, what beguile.
I see right between the stitches, the mistaken in the seams.
All my life has been a lie, the memories I had,
What a lie, what a lie.
Forget about me, I'm your audience and you're all the actors.
Well written scripts, and what perfect performances.

My wounds heal and scars fade.
But will the memories of you ever fade to grey?
Like the hotel walls, that are molding to the core
Soon to collapse upon the frightened and the lonely.
You've come to ignore me with a deafening silence.

Now your a pretty little time bomb,
Winding down to the beep.
Fate brought us to explode, the rumbles and the ruins,
Brought havoc to us all.

Attempt at the repair, this isn't something that can be fixed,
With a hammer and a screwdriver.
A heart to heart,
Mind to mind.
Words can be spoken to mend and rebuild us.

Stop writing the script, put down that pen.
We are no longer broken, the play is garbage, trash in a junkyard,
This happens every now and then.
Relationships crash and fall, and always get scarred.
No need to go and throw a fuss,
Because without you there would be no us.

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So if you normal read my things, I'm actually planning a story. Unlike my other story attempts, I'm planning this one and writing it out and brainstorming. My last stories were short of failures, but I want to write at least one story. I think this may be a good story, but I haven't started it just yet, but I have some of the outline done. It'll be a few weeks before I get even the prologue up. So yeah, I actually wrote this poem to put this note at the bottom. Cause I dislike putting notes up. Meh. So yeah. Story may be up next weekend. Cause I have soccer all week. A game on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Yeah -.- (We lost out first game, cause no one knows how to fucking spread out and pass.) Well this note at be longer than my poem, oops. :3

Also whoever helped rate two of my poems up to green thank you. Seriously I almost fucking cried and sat in shock for an hour. I know some people don't think it's a big deal, but I thought it was an amazing achievement for me. Seriously thank you. It's great to know some of you actually think my poems are that good.
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