rain crashed down
droplets fall from trees above
like mudslides we skim away
our hands lose their grip in the smoothness of time
what happened on the way?
this journey we started together
all the times we embraced in the cold
all the times we pulled each other to our feet
all the times...
like paper cuts to my soul
pinned in place by jagged and rusty nails
rain and blood mingles
rain and blood soaks into the ground
i know you love me
the best is yet to come
but why do i feel like this?
why do i still have paper cuts on my soul?
09.10.05
droplets fall from trees above
like mudslides we skim away
our hands lose their grip in the smoothness of time
what happened on the way?
this journey we started together
all the times we embraced in the cold
all the times we pulled each other to our feet
all the times...
like paper cuts to my soul
pinned in place by jagged and rusty nails
rain and blood mingles
rain and blood soaks into the ground
i know you love me
the best is yet to come
but why do i feel like this?
why do i still have paper cuts on my soul?
09.10.05
2 comments:
I dunno Debbie... I dunno why you still feel the paper cuts on your soul :oP
Sorry girl, here is a girl with no appreciation for poetry (especially ones that don't rhyme) commenting on your poem. Totally disregard it. I just thought I'd be first to comment!!! I should get a medal!
Interesting point... maybe "papercuts on your soul" = "scars on his heart" = Apostle Paul's "thorns in his side"?
Did you write that deb?!? I like it... it's a well written expression of what I'm learning, sounds like you :)
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