My Liberty Bell:

by Scott Cole   Nov 29, 2015


Since my first heartache
It came with a crack,
Right down the middle
From the weight on it's back.

Because of it's scar
On it's outer shell,
I gave it the name
My Liberty Bell.

My Liberty Bell
Oh yes indeed,
Such a deep wound
On the outside of thee.

I'm scarred for life
My pain is my proof,
A minor setback
Because my heart goofed.

For hearts are sketchy
Breakups can happen,
But my disability
Appeals to my fashion.

For I am who I am
Wheather I'm broken or not,
For who that I am
Got me this notch.

I'm one of a kind
As far as can tell,
One in a million
My Liberty Bell.

My beat slightly off
And so are my looks,
But what I'm made of
Is all that it took.

I may not be normal
Cause I broke the mold,
That what defines me
Comes from the Soul.

I know I'm different
Than many and most,
That what makes me
I owe a big toast.

My heart full of pain
A scar I do grace,
My minor disability
It shows on my face.

But it's not that scar
That scar on my heart,
It's what's lies beneath
That sets me apart .

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