Saturday, September 05, 2009

Parting

On my heart strings, you play,
tripping, falling and breaking away.
Be gentle, be tender.
You know me like no other.
Like tigress in a storm,
this big cat’s going down.
Smitten, touched, heart wrenched,
a bloodied trophy on your prized shelf.
Don’t shake me so,
nor let me go.
Give me just a little time at hand
Soon I’ll leave you to your sand.

3 comments:

  1. hi. i just came to know about your blog today and saw it. well, i'm truly amazed. you are fantastic !
    the poetry you write, i'm already a fan of yours !
    i would appreciate if you could write something about your opinion on LIFE and also how the thinking of people has changed with the passage of time.
    thanks in advance!
    mystery man

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  2. give me just a little time at hand
    till the blood dries up in the sand

    the body's nailed upon the wall
    stripped & splayed, baring all

    as you display the hunter's trophy
    for the whole world to see

    dont let me go
    still just touch me so

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  3. If you think you are broken, you are;
    If you think you dare not, you don't;
    If you'd like to win, but think you can't,
    Its almost a cinch you won't

    If you think you'll lose, you're lost,
    For out in the world we find
    Success begins with a person's faith;
    Its all in the state of mind.

    Lifes battles don't always go
    To the stronger or faster hand;
    They go to the one who trusts in God
    and always thinks "I can".

    mystery man

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