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Rust

I don’t think I am the man I used to be
You have broken me
And all of the pieces that I am looking for
You left shattered, scattered on the floor
But still I cannot pick them all up
The sharpened edges will only cut
But I, don’t feel anything anymore
Not the burning heat or the blistering cold
No sun on my face or wind in my hair
No rhythm in my chest, or love anywhere
No I don’t think I am the same
But really you are no one the blame
My simple heart just can’t admit
That your heart has chosen to quit
But I, don’t have anything anymore
No heart to hold, or long walks on the shore
No ice on my teeth, no lips on mine
I am only left to my own demise
Nothing turns to nothing
And metal starts to rust
Because all that you and I am is star dust
I refuse to dream it, I refuse to admit it
You don’t love me… anymore
No, I don’t think I am the same
And I will never be ever again

— washing tears, Sep 03, 2007

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Region, Country: sandusky, ohio, USA

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IKnowNoBox

18 years 9 months ago

I was there.

With the rust and all,the... star...bit took me out,like bitting a bone in a good chicken sandwich. Bring more,with less, IKNB
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 9 months ago

May be an old piece but it is so powerful

Brought back all the old devastation. Yet I am still here and so are you. Proves that a broken heart is still a heart, and mends eventually. Love this. See my recently posted piece "I cry" cheers, Jess