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I'm broken

I wasn't watching
the track
My eyes were
unseeing as I
thought of you

You'd had my
heart at hello
But, I'd never
tell you that

Your laugh, your smile,
your everything
just drove me crazy

My love for you
was so deep
that it felt like
fire burning
in my veins
It brought me
to my knees

Your betrayal
twisted a dagger
in my chest
until I was
choking on my
own blood

You'd taken everything
when you'd left
my heart, my soul
all gone
with you, when you
walked out the door
with your bimbo
attached to your hand
The hand that used
to gently rub my back
and caress my cheek

Unknowingly I stomped
on the gas
I hit the corner on the track
way to fast
everthing flashed before
my eyes and I realized
you weren't worth my death

I hit the brake
and I spun like hell
My beautiful car
swerved into the wall
slamming me to
a halt

I see you laugh
as I'm pulled from
my car
and I don't care

I win
'cause after all
my cuts and bruises
can be mended
Your going to have
that disease for a while
You know the one
the bimbo gave you

Oops I forgot
that was a secret





— Alice Ember, Jul 01, 2010

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judyanne

judyanne

15 years 11 months ago

i like the twist at the end

nothing like the secrets a woman scorned will give away eh? shame that the car had to suffer - it is always the innocent.... i really like the lines 'with your bimbo attached to your hand' good write love judy xxxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html
Beauregard

Beauregard

15 years 11 months ago

Trying something different today

My suggestions are in [brackets]. I wasn’t watching the track My eyes were unseeing as I thought of you [You] had my heart at hello But, I’d never tell you that Your laugh, your smile, your everything just drove me crazy My love for you was so deep that it felt like fire burning in my veins It brought me to my knees Your betrayal twisted a dagger [into] my chest until I [choked] on my own blood [You] [took] everything when [you] left my heart, my soul with you when you walked out the door with your bimbo attached to your hand The hand that used to gently rub my back and caress my cheek Unknowingly I stomped on the gas I hit the corner on the track way [too] fast everthing flashed before my eyes and I realized you weren’t worth my death I hit the brake and I spun like hell My beautiful car swerved into the wall slamming me to a halt I see you laugh as I’m pulled from my car and I don’t care I win ‘cause after all my cuts and bruises can be mended [but] [You're] going to have that disease for a while You know the one the bimbo gave you[?] Oops[!] I forgot that was a secret -- You're right girl, they aren't worth losing your life or your happiness over! Kelsey "In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me." -Edgar Allan Poe "If technique is of no interest to a writer, I doubt that the writer is an artist." -Marianne Moore
Alice Ember

Alice Ember

15 years 11 months ago

Thanks

Thanks both of you. I justwish my car was in better shape i have to go buy a new one. But, it's all good because i'm free now and never felt better Cowards aren't the only ones who die a thousand deaths. Sometimes heroes do to