Join for FREE | Take the Tour Lost Password?
Shop deviantART for the
holidays and save BIG!
Click here! :holly:
[x]

deviantART

 


The rivers of time
wash the hands that people shake
But the dirt beneath your fingernails
time forgot to take.

Your eyes are the windows
your head is the cell
Your sitting in heaven
your living in hell.

You pray it's a dream
but then say you don't care
And it doesn't hurt now
but the wounds are still there.

Perfection found it's match in you
yet your to blind to see it
Stop thinking of thier words and looks
find yoursef - and be it!
©2005-2009 ~Nicola-Marie
:iconnicola-marie:

Author's Comments

Not really sure what i wrote this poem specifically about - which is the case with many of my poems - but i feel it represents a common problem with people who are hurt by other peoples jelousy and let that hurt control the way in which they see themselves.

Comments


love 0 0 joy 0 0 wow 0 0 mad 0 0 sad 0 0 fear 0 0 neutral 0 0
No comments have been added yet.

Details

January 8, 2005
639 bytes

Statistics

0
1 [who?]
20 (0 today)
0 (0 today)

Share

Link
Thumb

Site Map