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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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    Rhaven’s Poems (29)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Like Me 2
    Adam's Song 8
    Many a Fool 3
    Depths of Fire 8
    Cut too deep 8
    All I Begun 2
    Reverie 3
    Shadows of Life 1
    Forgetting 3
    Nothing Inside (song) 1
    Hate 4
    Down Fall 2
    What Remains 0
    Bullet Proof 0
    Memories 1
    Rainbow of Tears 3
    Flower In The Meadow 1
    No Hourglass 0
    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