undercurrent

Murky waters of the heart
an ibuprofen wont cure this pain
only when its too late do we start
to look for love on rails is never to find the right train

and if by a miracle you do
its garanteed to break your heart in two

for when one goes none can follow in kind
this result of true love, of heart and mind

De-railed and confused, life is surreal
a resident citizen of soulcrushed city
had it lost it can now only feel
lots of pain, little love, plz no pity.
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
please dont critize this too much it was almost like i HAD to write it.

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Comments (1)

agoodguy2have
criticize?? It's veerry good! the metaphor of love to train is an old one but you have brought a new twist...well done. I know about the "hadta do it" feeling ;-)
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