Under My Own Skin.

by Brenda   Sep 13, 2009


The forecast is predicting thunderstorms.
but the rain had started long ago.
when you poured out millions of lies.
I believed them; every word.
almost as if they came from my voice.

so with these new showers;
pounding down on the hardwood floor.
trickling down my young face.

remember to slam the door.
. . .
it'll help me realize; that the worst has yet to come.
I'm left with all these memories.
but your touch will rest in peace.
as pictures can't keep the tears at bay.
& old gifts are stored away.

the forecast is predicting disaster.
I'll seek shelter under my own skin.
away from all these lies I have lived.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Splashley

    Very good. Love it(: 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Always and Never

    I dont care how it's written. poems are written to make other people feel good, or anyhting like that. you write how it makes you feel at the moment you write it, i really enjoyed reading it. thought you did a fantastic job.

  • 15 years ago

    by Em

    I like the words you use to describe your heartache. 5/5, Em

  • 15 years ago

    by Mikaela DLC

    Nicely written!!!

    I liked how you made feel as though i was in your place. Emotions just kept pouring.

    really creative. good joB!

    >>.oh, and check your rythmn by the way,
    because sometimes it's very essential.

  • 15 years ago

    by Hollow Emotion

    I like how you incorporated something as simple as a thunder storm into a persons lfe, as they always say, calm before the storm, and you showed that well here. Nice job

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