A lonely girl consumed by fear
Agreed when her six millionth tear
Screamed out the end is drawing near
Afraid of how she feels
Abandoned at an early age
An epic's only torn page
Her haven has become her cage
Afraid of how she feels
As shooting stars fall like the rain
Sparks fly once more in lover's lane
She buttons up her coat of pain
Afraid of how she feels
A drifter out walking the land
Is taken by the calloused hand
He's fallen under her command
Afraid of how he feels
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I got the aural chills and nearly teared up. Love the repetition and meter.
Thank you very much jules
Lovely to see you here
Truly appreciate you reading
Extremely grateful
Allegorical w the meaning true to real events as naïveté and Disney endings shall not rest in the land once splayed by Georgie Best.
George best eh
A genius of the highest order
Imho
Of course in this part of the world football is everything
Appreciate it Bobby
Many thanks
To see her full story, even the ‘epic’s only torn page’ is a pure act of love! ‘He’s fallen under her command’ One doesn’t know of her faith, but his is a difficult path-sensitive and interesting concept and write…
Thank you parisab
Always a joy to see you
And read your in depth reviews
I appreciate it more each time
Extremely grateful
Both of them afraid of how they feel. Love can bring out the best in people. Maybe they will have a happy journey of togetherness. I enjoyed my visit peto. I like happy endings.
The beauty of poetry may lie within unrecognized contradiction. ie;
I felt the end spoke to brutalized inevitability. In my mind the calloused hand symbolized her travails had wore her down and she is the snider without conscience extending her hand but only to trap the innocent and the syndrome of abuse lives on anew.
Glad to hear you enjoyed cassie
Thank you for visiting
I truly appreciate it
Many thanks
So Mr Peto, I have a few questions ?
Sup ? Mr o
So when we have a Rap Battle
1. Will the judge have to be a linguist ?
2. Will my hands need to stayed glued to my side Michael Flately style ?
I've never had a rap battle
You're probably better off asking the judge
I’ve seen your skills. But every March my Irish buddies from my High School , St Laurence O’Toole, curriculum taught by The Irish Christian Brothers , set off on a month of decadence whilst my last name Oliva gets an honorary apostrophe O’ Liva. I invented a fictional rap battle so I could try out a Michael Flatly joke. I had hoped but it was a dud. I was raised in the part of Chicago called
Bridgeport and went to mass at St. Bridget’s. My neighbors were the Halloran’s, the Shaughnessy, the Flynns, the McNicholas, the O’Halloran, the OTooles and the Daly’s you probably know this, but Chicago is that way
I appreciate that
Though I'm not sure what's happening
Georgie best Michael flatley and the honorary o with apostrophe
I'm wondering if you are mistaking myself as irish? im Scottish
I now have no place to hide but I will now hit the McClellan bottle. My apologies.
Lol no need Bobby
Enjoy as we say in Scotland
Yir wee hauf
Fear is at the core of life, in ways that we don't even realize. I love the way you have addressed it in this poem. A fine write my friend!
Too kind Bella
I'm extremely grateful to you for continued wonderful support
Thank you very much
It seems like it could be a beautiful love story. Two that are afraid of love finding eachother.
But it seems to have an ominous tone at the end, as if she may hurt him because of her unhealed past hurts.
As always great flow and incredible write!
Thank you sage
Sorry I missed this incredible poem yesterday! The poem is very relatable especially in the beginning, just had to save to my faves! And the ending is so captivating!! Love the rhymes as always....Christina
So kind and supportive Christina
Can't thank you enough
Another wonderful comment
Extremely grateful as always
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