Bullet Proof

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  • Confusion

    Bullet Proof

    I lied myself from you for reasons only I can bare.
    To make you leave and not to care.
    Why would you want to stay, unusual you?
    As if finally someone could be true.
    My heart is made of sand.
    And the hourglass that it's in is on it's last hand.
    Shattered glass surrounds it and protects it.
    From enemies who want a crime to commit.
    Down the eyes the water falls.
    Into memories someone calls.
    Who could help themselves into pity of oneself.
    Won't open that broken door in and of itself.
    Pushed so hard into it has cracked.
    A little light from darkness to distract.
    Open window, closed door.
    Smash it down with some power if you wish for some more.

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    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

    Rhaven’s Poems (29)

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    Reverie 3
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    Forgetting 3
    Nothing Inside (song) 1
    Hate 4
    Down Fall 2
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    Lights 0
    Winter Moon 2
    Crutches 0
    Frozen Fantasy 0
    Ambiguities 1
    Betrayed 0
    Crumble 4
    Denial 0
    In Depths 1
    Broken Mirror 1
    Tormented 0