Saturday, April 29, 2006

some day I'll figure out Iambic pentameter - but not today

But you were made of twisted nails
All who tried to pull you apart
Thought they knew the way
Were torn at the heart

In your messy way you are sincere
As ugly and sharp as you appear
I knew you had a soft side
You would never show but try to hide

Your worst enemy is yourself
You lost every battle you fought
But never the people you beautifully caught

Like a caged bird that races for the open sky
I should have said good bye
But my heart became an anchor

You weren't the worst, you'll never be the best
I wanna be angry like all the rest

You've put a wedge in my heart
Then you split it apart

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

that's beautiful Neen