Your Song

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

There are a few candidates for this

Your Song


You are singing my story right here in your song,

The words they are mine and with me belong.

You’re pulling me in to the world that is yours

You’re smashing out windows, opening doors.


All the sorrow and pain I’ve kept buried for long,

You’re pouring it all out into that stupid song.

I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to know,

This song is too painful I wish it would go.


You’re plucking my heartstrings, bleeding me dry;

You are making me curl up, making me cry.

Your voice is a weapon, so strong and so cruel,

Making me feel like I’m just some dumb fool.


All the emotion, it’s pouring straight out,

The words tell my story without any doubt.

How do you know this, the unspoken dread

For it has been buried down deep in my head?


But here you are singing it loud and so clear,

It’s out in the open for the world to hear.

I hate it, I love it, in a kind of defeat

So I’m pressing the button – the one marked repeat!

Submitted: October 02, 2016

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Chris Cross

Very nice and very true! Some songs are the exact reflection of our soul. Hard to hear, and good to listen to at the same time

Mon, October 3rd, 2016 3:48pm


Thanks, Chris, for the read and comment.

Mon, October 3rd, 2016 8:50am


The rhythm and flow is really good, and I like how you use the song as a symbol

Tue, October 4th, 2016 1:04am


Thanks, skematt!

Mon, October 3rd, 2016 11:10pm

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