The Night Love Murdered Me


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Love from a different view

The Night Love Murdered Me

Blood pours from an open wound on my chest,
It seems that she got the best,
Of my heart,
Sliced open, by her knife, skin now lives apart,
And slowly with dying eyes I stare,
At her cold eyes that show no care,

Once to me, she was a beauty,
but now she's driving stainless steel through me,
She never used to be this cold,
Or maybe my tongue has become too bold,
To utter such a lie, word for word,
People would laugh if they ever heard,
Me calling her a fair maiden,
because she's the one who made them,
Dead as I am now..

Understand I write this from my grave,
While I still bleed from the whole she staved,
And salty tears drip from blind sockets,
My life no longer rockets,
Above and beyond the line of depression,
Cause tonight was the night, my friends,
The night Love murdered me... 

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BrokenHeart2009 commented on The Night Love Murdered Me


I like the metaphores of the poem, how you relate your heart break to a knife in the chest. It is sad when heart break happens. Is it true for guys too, you have date a lot of ugly step sisters to find Cinderella???

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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