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by Lucy Loves Not   Aug 30, 2005


My hands;
Callused and bruised

Torn from the tears
and time I've spent

Should I use a chisel
To break your austere gaze?

Fervid thoughts,
Weeping silent songs;

Should you ever discover
My broken heart:

Please forgive my
dishonest past.

I will fall and balk,
Beneath your hand,

Pressed against a
worrisome palm.

Apologies worn thin,
by despondent promises;

Commitment broken
by heartache and sin.

We both know:
I'm out of place,

A daughter unlike her
her own mother.

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  • 18 years ago

    by pseudo

    Wow.. this too is an intersting poem!.. you've used great wrods to describe your feelings and emotions! strong and power words indeed.. i am impressed keep up the great work =)

    --emotionless19*

  • 18 years ago

    by ASPHYXIATED

    This is an interesting read, you use good vocab!!
    I really enjoyed reading it,m and its great without a flow which is hard to do!
    Well done, I enjoyed this xx

  • 18 years ago

    by master of shadow

    I like this poem, took a few reads to get my head round it but once i had managed that i liked it