I am building myself a brand new heart But let me first get rid of this artificial and start From scratch, because I kind of look like a chaotic piece of art I've been stuck in a frame with my back against the wall But no more, because I am coming out of this picture, with colors brighter than any rainbows I'll be the sunshine, better yet I'll be that light, which will illuminates your cloudy thoughts Won't acknowledge me, so you left me in the dark, fighting shadows Blinded, wished I fell apart, but instead I am binding every pieces of myself And molding each into a masterpiece, so strong I feel like Hercules I am alive, I have killed the beast, watched it bleed, murdered, feels like a tragedy The old me, with a brand new heart, I am giving birth to poetry.
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Author:
Landsley Alexandre (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A tad intriguing, very interesting, thought-provoking and laden with excellent imagery! Wow. Beautiful. An interesting look at "inspiration" and the particular experience that created it in this case.
Thank You!!!
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