What's Left Of Me...

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    • WishfulPoet94
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    Poem Commentary

    A Ballad.

    What's Left Of Me...


    Ever since you left,

    You took the pretty part of me.

    Now, I take showers in the dark,

    So, I don't have to see

    What's left of me.

     

    What's left of me?

    I wish I knew.

     

    I don't know what you used to see,

    I'm not pretty, I'm not perfect.

    What was it, that you saw in me?

     

    I guess, you finally realized

    You're too good for me.

    I'm just a crashed ship,

    Lost in the middle of the sea.

    Swimming in the spiral of my own tears.

     

    Wishing away

    Too many morbid thoughts.

    Day by day,

    Is how I make it.

     

    Dreaming of your brown eyes,

    Gazing back at me.

    I don't know what you used to see.

    I'm not pretty, I'm not perfect.

    What was it, that you saw in me?

     

    I miss the way you kiss.

    I miss your arms around me.

    I miss all of your laughter.

    I miss what I once was.

     

    I don't know what you used to see.

    I'm not pretty, I'm not perfect.

    What was it, that you saw in me?

     

     

    What's left of me?

    Tell me,

    What's left of me?

    Tell me...


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    poetheart87 commented on What's Left Of Me...

    11-23-2009

    Excellently written. Your pain echoes through your writing, and honey, you don't need a man to complete your life. You are beautiful, even if you can't see it. You need to learn that for yourself though. It may take a long time for you to see it. I've been in your situation. I know how much it hurts. Keep on writing. It's the best medicine for your soul.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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