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

Look up at the sky, but don't burn your eyes.

I walk to the door

My feet barefoot on the floor

I look out 

I want to shout

No one can hear me

Maybe I should flee

I start to think of you

And all your tattoos

You filled my heart

You were my piece of art

Now here I am, ripped to shreds

My heart being held together by threads

I look up at the sun

I just need to have some fun

I step out into the grass

And sit down on my ass

I feel the sunshine 

I feel like a beautiful design

Sitting here in this sunshine glory

My life is kind of like a sob story


Submitted: April 21, 2016

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H. Adams

This is beautiful imagery combined with personal experience, making the emotional impact even stronger than usual. Keep posting, Suz. The guy who left you has lit a fire of creativity in you that isn't burning out anytime soon.

Fri, April 22nd, 2016 1:29am


Thank you, Hanorbi!! Loves you bunches!! *Happily sighs*

Fri, April 22nd, 2016 8:50am


A powerful poem with strong emotional imagery. Good work!

Mon, April 25th, 2016 3:02pm


Thank you so much!!

Mon, April 25th, 2016 7:02pm

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